Seeing Through Smoke I hope you laughed in some places, cried in others, and
thought a lot. You should really check out that article in Time the November
13th issue. It's a real eye opener. Let me know. Minerva
(12th Installment of Perspectives)
By
Minerva
Copyright © November 2000
Chapter XXXVIII: When in Love. . .
Taylor stayed parked at the same spot beside the road for what seemed like
hours. Car after car passed by her despite the early morning hour, but she
barely noticed the bright light illuminating the cab. Instead, she concentrated
on the illumination in her soul. It felt bright and hot like some form of
concentrated energy, but most of all, it felt so good. The admin waited
patiently for the ethics books to drop. They hadn’t in a while, but with an
occasion such as this, she expected them. They never came. Taylor smirked
inwardly. Don’t think I would feel them anyway.
She adjusted the seat to go back a little bit and reveled in the feelings
coursing through her. Love. It wasn’t a big word, but it was one of the most
powerful. I have that power. Now, what do I do with it?
You share it with her. Together, it’s made stronger.
Taylor smiled full out. LS had been batting a thousand lately. There was no way
she wasn’t going to listen to her. "I love her," the admin said out
loud. She said it again, weighing the words, seeing how they felt, and chewing
them to make sure no choking was involved. The brunette threw her arms up in the
air again before smoothing them through dark tresses. "I love Cory!"
She screamed the words aloud, hoping every god would hear the benediction. The
words felt right as did her feelings.
Her thoughts of the blonde turned inward. It’s the simple things really:
the way she smiles, laughs, and cares. It’s everything and nothing but Cory
herself. Large hands went back behind her head, and she stared up at the
twinkling stars. If you could see me now, Mom. Despite it all, look what I’ve
become. Look at what I have, and I deserve it. Do you know why? Because everyone
deserves to be loved. It’s too bad you never realized that, but I’m so glad
I did. Now that I know what it feels like, I want you to know that I can
understand how you could completely get wrapped up in it. The feelings are
intense and make you forget everything except them and the person causing it. It’s
so easy to do, but it isn’t the right thing. I forgive you for not being
strong enough to see that, and I want you to know that I won’t let that happen
to me.
Peace settled over her like it never had before, sprinkling a calming dust
around her heart and healing it for a more important use, to give it away. The
admin closed her eyes somehow knowing that there would be no more nightmares and
no more self-pity. There would only be Cory. "Now, I have to figure out how
to tell her."
Starting with "I" usually helps followed by "love." I’m
sure she’ll get the rest. Little Shelley added.
The car was splashed once again with light, but this time it didn’t go away.
Swirling blue danced around the cab, bouncing off the padded surfaces. Taylor
heard a car door slam and looked up to see a policeman headed her way. Shit,
not tonight. Nothing can go wrong tonight. She rolled down the window and
waited for him. The blinding luminance of the flashlight arrived first with the
trooper not far behind.
"Can I help you, Miss?"
Taylor rolled her eyes. "Yeah, you can take that light out of my
eyes."
He mumbled a "sorry." Then, "Miss, you can’t stay parked
here."
Trying not to let her irritation grow in the face of earlier epiphanies, Taylor
added calmly, "Don’t see why not. I’m not drunk or high, and all I want
to do is sit here and think." The flashlight came up again making
exasperation grow and come out. She held her hand up to her face and squinted
through the darkness and light. "Look, dammit! I just realized tonight that
I’m in love with someone. Now, are you gonna let me sit here and wallow in it
for a while or not!" Taylor heard a chuckle somewhere from inside her head,
and it sounded dangerously like Cory. Whoa, down kitty! The admin’s
eyes widened. Oh, God, you’re not gonna be in there too are you? There
was another chuckle.
The cop went quiet, maybe contemplating, maybe laughing or maybe writing her a
ticket. Instead, his voice was heavy with mirth. "I can relate to that.
Just asked my Sharon to marry me two nights ago. Think I sat in the precinct’s
parking lot for hours trying to work up the nerve." He tapped on the hood
with his free hand. "I tell you what. You stay as long as you want, and
when you’re done, go home and tell him how you feel."
A cheek splitting grin formed on the admin’s face, completely wasted in the
dark and on the cop, but it was there nonetheless. Her voice lowered an octave
denoting pleasure, "I will. She’s sleeping right now, but I will."
The cop paused then walked back to his car. A few minutes later, he drove away.
Taylor looked back at the dash, seeing the time blinking at her. I can’t
believe I’ve been out here this long. The admin scanned the sky line
looking for a hint of daylight. There was a bare glimmer over a grove of trees. How
am I going to explain to her where I’ve been and why I left? Taylor pursed
her lips then bit the bottom one. I can’t go home empty handed. Maybe if I
come bearing gifts, she’ll take things easier. As if on reflex, a hand
reached around to meet her forehead with a smack, knocking an idea in her head. A
card, maybe? Or balloons. Isn’t there something about saying it with a stuffed
animal?
Taylor heard a derisive snort. Why don’t you just get a blackboard and a
fat piece of pink chalk?
The brunette had been expecting Cory’s voice, but to her great relief it was
only LS. If her conscious decided to take on Cory’s attributes, even her
voice, the admin knew she would never be able to concentrate again. Instead, she
answered LS, "Well, what do you expect? I have no idea how to do this, and
I’m trying to figure out a way where I don’t look like a total flake!"
Go for it. She’ll love you more for it.
"What?! See, now I know that I’ve lost my mind. Did you just. . .
Yes I did! There is nothing a woman loves more then for someone they care
for to make a total ass out of themselves in the name of love.
"You’re kidding?!" Taylor hissed. Her faced screwed into a look of
incredulity.
Am I ever wrong?
Taylor sniffed and decided not to answer. "Ice cream. I need ice cream.
What?! You need help that’s what you need. First thing Monday we’re
calling. . .well someone. Ice cream indeed!
"Oh shut up!" LS became abruptly quiet. With a triumphant grin, the
admin leaned forward to flick on the radio. Then, a frown tugged her lips, and
she groaned at the sound of "The Thong Song."
************
Cory turned over, expecting her body to be engulfed in heat. A green eye popped
open when she was not. Her cobweb filled mine mumbled, ‘Something’s not
right here.’ An arm reached over and met only the coolness of the sheets. The
blonde opened the other eye only to see an undisturbed pillow. The admin’s
name was out of her mouth before she could stop herself. "Taylor?!"
There was no answer. She sat up in bed and bellowed again, "Taylor! Are you
here?" Without an answer, Cory felt herself get deceptively calm. She moved
to the edge of the bed and listened. Okay, she could be working out. She
could be in the kitchen. She could have left me because I’m smothering her.
The blonde did a double take. Whoa, where did that come from? A little
voice whispered, ‘There’s always room for self-doubt.’
"No," Cory said aloud, still groggy. "There’s always room for
Jell-O. I see it in her eyes. She’s not going anywhere, and she cares more
then she thinks." Then, why the doubts? Simple, because I’ve never
been in love before, and so much has never been at stake. Cory ran her hands
over her face to wake up fully. A slow smile spread her features as she replayed
thoughts on the date. It couldn’t gone any better if she had scripted it. No,
if I had scared her away, I would have seen it before now. So, I need to get
this idiotic notion out of my head. The caseworker yawned and stretched
letting out a mewing sound as she raised her arms high above her head. Nature
called. Scratching her belly through the t-shirt, Cory padded her way to the
bathroom, frowning at the now irritating twinges of pain in her abdomen.
Now, in the kitchen, she looked through the incredibly stacked refrigerator. Damn,
this woman should weigh a ton with as much goodies as she has in the fridge.
Woman after my own heart. Cory took out a roll of Pillsbury cinnamon rolls
and searched the cupboard for the proper pan after preheating the oven. She
whistled as she greased the small pan. Okay, she really isn’t here.
Question is did she go somewhere and get stuck? Is she in trouble? Someone
walked over her grave at the thought, sending cold chills down her neck and
spine. Please don’t let her be in trouble. Let her be okay. I couldn’t
handle anything less. She’s what has been keeping me together, and without
her, especially now, I’m afraid that I’d fly apart again. Cory swallowed
hard and leaned against the counter for support. I’d rather that she run
away than be hurt. As if on automatic pilot, she stuck the pan in the oven
and started the coffee maker. Numbness and apprehension swirled around her like
a cloak. When she comes back, I'm going to kill her for doing this to me.
Taylor stood outside her own door, listening carefully for signs of life. She
smirked at herself, knowing she could barely hear anything anyway through the
heavy wooden door. Taking a deep breath, she readjusted the bag full of Haagen
Dazs ice creams and opened the door with a calm that she didn’t possess. The
living room was clear, and Taylor took a relieved breath until she saw the light
on under the kitchen door. She groaned inwardly, and squared her shoulders to
take on whatever lay ahead. I wanted just a few extra minutes to get in
control.
My dear, you lost control the day you met her.
"Smartass," the admin whispered, refusing to admit that LS was exactly
right. She pushed the swinging door open and was greeted with the sight of the
petite caseworker staring at her in surprise.
Cory swallowed. I won’t tear into her. It’s obvious that she’s been to
the store. A little voice nagged her, "But, how long was she gone? Do
you even know?" With the force of her will, Cory quieted the voice and
tried to keep the doubts down as well. "Hey, where you been? Was worried
about you," she said a little over brightly.
Oh, she’s pissed. "Um, couldn’t sleep so I drove up to the
store. Thought I would get some ice cream while I was there."
Oh, you are undoubtedly the biggest lying sack of poo!
Taylor almost rolled her eyes but resisted the temptation. Okay, she knows
something is up. Doesn’t mean I have to make her worry any more than she
already has! "Uh, I got you some . . .ice cream I mean. Didn’t know
what kind you liked so I got several."
Cory watched the admin with wary patience shining in her eyes and a stiffness in
her body. Oh God, she’s lying to me. Why?
Shit, shit, shit! She knows. . . What am I gonna do? Taylor waited a beat
and frowned when LS remained quiet. At that moment, she knew that she was on her
own. She sat the plastic bag on top the counter near the caseworker. Should I
just take her in my arms and tell her I love her? Should I just blurt it out?
Ah, bloody hell! Taylor stuck her hand in the bag to hide their shaking.
Grasping for words, she decided to go with what she had in hand. "See, I
got vanilla Swiss almond, butter pecan, rum raisin, chocolate, and
vanilla." The admin sat them all on the counter. "Oh, I also got
strawberryIloveyou." Blue eyes widened, when she realized what had spilled
from her lips. Oh my God! I did not just do that! In an attempt to hide,
Taylor quickly turned toward the freezer and snatched it open while she
literally threw the pints of Haagen Dasz in. When the last one went in, she kept
the freezer open peering into it as if looking for control and comfort.
Cory blinked then let out a whoosh of air as breathing stopped and her heart
dropped. Did she just say. . . She licked her lips. "Uhm, could you
repeat the last one again please?"
Taylor groaned. Dummy, dummy, dummy! "Strawberry," she murmured
as she stuck her head further in the freezer.
Cory’s heart rose back to its rightful place but thudded painfully. Heat rose
from the inside, making her whole body feel flushed. The blonde held on to the
counter feeling as though she was tumbling and unable to stop. She said it! I
know she did! Cory wanted to run to the admin and wrap her in her arms, but
her feet remained pasted to the floor. The only thing that seemed to work
properly was her mouth, so she used it. She shook her head. "No, I mean can
you repeat the extra syllable you added?"
Nervousness made the admin numb to the cold in front of her and caused humongous
butterflies to flutter in her stomach. Feeling lightheaded, she swallowed down
the need to throw up. Not knowing what else to do, she leaned in further and
stuck an arm in the freezer as if reaching for something. Her admission, again,
came out as a mumble, "Love you."
A slow smile spread over the blonde’s face. I knew I heard her right. She
loves me. She loves me! She is so adorable all flustered like that. Her mind
screamed, and the caseworker had to control her body’s sudden urge to jig.
Happiness bubbled up with sparkling effervescent, making her feel that an
explosion of emotion wasn’t far off. Forgetting her concerns and doubts, her
body felt like hers again, but before she moved toward the admin, she added,
"You know, if you stay in there any longer your ears are gonna freeze.
Then, I’ll have nothing to nibble on, and you won’t be able to hear me say I
love you too."
Taylor felt incredibly small and tall at the same time. Warmth infused her face,
and she turned to face the woman she loved. The emotion she saw swimming in the
darkened green spoke of love, patience, and understanding. The intensity of it
made her want to look away, but she didn’t. She couldn’t. That is for me.
All for me. The brightening smile on the caseworker’s face let the admin
know that her eyes reflected the same. It made her want to try again, the right
way, looking into green eyes that mirrored her own. "I love you,
Cory," she whispered quietly.
Cory let out a squeal and projected herself forward into Taylor’s body.
Wrapping her hands around the brunette, the blonde caseworker buried her face
into her neck. Backing away suddenly, she glanced up into a face of undeniable
beauty. "Say it again."
A smile curved up the corners of the admin’s mouth. "I love you,
Cory." This time it was said with confidence and conviction, and Cory
watched the words leave her mouth as if they took shape or form. Awe and wonder
shined in her face, and she murmured, "Again." Without hesitation,
Taylor did as she was told, " I love you." Her voice didn’t falter
when small fingers began to trace her lips. Cory touched the words as they came
out, wanting to catch them, cherish them, and remember them forever.
"I love you too," she added before covering the admin’s lips with
her own in the sweetest of kisses. It was a slow, languid, and needy meeting of
lips, exchanging and reaffirming strong emotion. Cory moaned and sobbed at the
same time as tears spilled from her eyes. Abject joy made the tears come faster.
Taylor wiped them away with gentle fingers the cupped Cory’s cheeks as she
kissed eyelids closed. Cory covered the admin’s hands with her own and let out
a bark of laughter. "I didn’t expect that."
Taylor smiled sweetly then placed a kiss on the blonde’s forehead. "I
know. I didn’t mean to tell you that way. It just sorta came out, but I guess
it wanted to. I’ve been up since we got back from Chicago, and I had to get
out of here. I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of you otherwise,
so I went driving. It hit me so hard that I had to pull over. Never felt
anything like that before. I couldn’t breath, couldn’t think, and all I
could see was you." She leaned forward until their foreheads touch.
"That’s when I knew. I think I knew for a while now but just didn’t
want to face it. I wanted to say it in the car, but it just wouldn’t come out.
I’m so sorry."
Cory wanted to cover her chest with her hand to keep her heart from bursting.
Instead, she laughed again. "It’s okay. I know now, and you were so cute
about it. I expected you to turn around with frost on your eyelashes or
something."
Taylor sniggered, "At least it was memorable."
Told you she would love it. I didn’t do that on purpose!
Cory kissed the admin’s aquiline nose. "That it was." Pausing on a
thought, she added, "You think anyone will notice?"
Taylor grunted, "I don’t know if I care anymore, Cory."
A pale brow rose. "Well, that’s new, but I know what you mean. When you
feel this, it’s like nothing else matters."
"Mmm," Taylor stole a kiss.
"I would love to be able to do this to you in the office."
The admin chuckled. "Sweetie, you already do."
Cory let out a giggle. It was the cutest one the admin thought she had ever
heard. It earned the blonde another kiss. Lips clung moistly as Taylor’s
tongue slipped out to graze the lips below hers. The resulting whimper caused
the admin to gasp in return as her stomach knotted in a flash of desire.
Cory felt a different heat than before. This one was thick, syrupy and made her
body hum with an inner fire. Coherent thought fled quickly, leaving only errant
ones. "Uh, do you think my mother will . .notice?" Her own tongue
snaked out to meet the one flicking her lips. Simultaneous husky moans filled
the kitchen, and breathing turned ragged as tongues played sensuously. Large
hands wound in blond silk, trying to deepen the kiss but to no avail, and
smaller appendages dug into flexed biceps. Taylor wanted to groan in
frustration, but she suddenly realized that a question had been asked. Her brain
went on replay in an attempt to remember. "Uh, don’t know."
"Forgot to tell you yesterday with all the excitement. Having dinner. .
.Monday. Slow day can leave early. ..only two hours. . .God!" Cory
whimpered as her bottom lip disappeared into the admin’s mouth only to be
bathed with a hot tongue and scraped by teeth. The heat between them was
overwhelming, and Cory wanted to dive in.
Taylor released the delicious flesh with a plop, and whispered, "Kay."
What is she doing to me?
As if it was the magic word, Cory’s mouth opened under the admin’s. Tongue’s
met in scorching accuracy, teasing and dancing from one mouth into the other.
Lips crushed together in a kiss that was uneven, sloppy and sexual. They both
moaned, loving the feel of it. Large hands had since moved from hair to the
caseworker’s small waist. With a slight pull, Taylor urged the blonde up.
Short, strong legs wrapped around her, and she groaned at the squeezing feel.
Nipples that had hardened from the first contact of bodies scraped against each
other, causing them both to whimper. Taylor’s hips surged forward and a long,
low moan resulted. The heat she could feel from the thighs around her dropped
her a step closer to insanity. Have to feel it.
The need to run her fingers through the wetness that she knew was there was
overwhelming. The admin went with the urge. Talented fingers bypassed shorts and
panties to cup the blonde’s sex. Cory cried out hoarsely and gyrated against
the invading appendage. She grabbed the admin’s wrist, wanting so much to push
the hand harder against her, but something nagged from the back of her mind. The
caseworker swore silently and took a firmer grip on the wrist she was holding
while tearing her lips away. I wanted this so much. It’s starting to hurt.
Damn nature. Her voice was broken, breathy, "Taylor, we can’t, honey.
At least not today."
Taylor groaned and leaned forward, hoping she didn’t hear right. "You
want this."
Cory’s voice was full of pain and need. "Oh God, yes, but we can’t. It’s
that time. . .you know." She tells me she loves me, and that is what’s
been holding me back. I’ve been waiting to hear those words, and now . .ugh!
"You’re kidding!" Taylor didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She
chose to laugh and let out a large bark of it.
Cory sighed and nodded her head, "Uh-huh, just for a few more days, maybe
Monday or Tuesday. Sometimes I hate being a woman."
Taylor looked the blonde square in the eye. "You mean you were gonna let
me. . ."
Cory smirked, "Wasn’t going to let you do anything. Was going to do it
with you."
The admin gave her a small smile. "You know we’re gonna have to stop
this. I feel like my head is about to explode. . . all this teasing." Like
I didn’t love every minute of it.
"Ugh, I know. I’ve had more than one fantasy about that desk in your
office." She glanced down at the hand still in her shorts. "Um, you
might want to move that."
"Oh," Taylor smiled sheepishly. "You’re not wearing. . ."
"Tampon."
"Oh, okay." She pulled out, but her smile turned saucy almost
lecherous. "You know, I can’t wait to get in there." The sexy banter
was the only way to work her sensitized libido.
Green eyes widened then she gave her companion a slap on the arm. "You are
so bad!"
"Nuh-uh, you just make me incredibly horny."
Is that so? You saying that isn’t helping matters any, my friend.
"Oh, really? Well, you know I can still. . ." She didn’t want to
deny the need that still burned in them both. She pulled the dark head back
down, but the admin pulled away.
No way, I want to be able to touch you where I want. "No, it would
only make it worse if I couldn’t touch you like I want." Taylor watched
as a shy smile of joy broke across the caseworker’s face. She shoots. She
scores!
So sweet. Cory tapped the admin’s nose with a finger. "I’m
convinced that you take a course on the right thing to say."
Taylor shook her head, "No, I think I’m just staring to learn what you
need from me." The blonde’s smile widened. That was at least a
three-pointer. The admin took a deep breath in relief when her nose wrinkled
in disgust. "Do you smell something?"
Cory looked at the brunette confused before realization dawned. "Awww, I
forgot about the cinnamon rolls!" The blonde turned and opened the drawer
that held the oven mits. Pivoting again, she went to the stove and removed the
smoking, black lumps from the oven. "Dammit! Now breakfast is ruined!"
Despite the blonde’s tirade and her unfulfilled desire, the admin felt the
warmth of contentment flow. For some reason, it elated the her that the blonde
knew her way around the kitchen, her kitchen. It screamed domestication, and she
realized that she didn’t mind that one bit. Smiling, Taylor reached to pull
open the freezer. "Nope, we got breakfast right here." She pointed to
the ice cream.
Cory looked on incredulously. "Junk food? We can’t have. . ." she
turned to look at the cinnamon rolls. "oh, I guess we can. I want butter
pecan." The blonde pulled open a drawer and got spoons. She turned back
around the see the admin sporting a mysterious smile. "What?"
"Oh, nothing. I just love you."
Cory melted into a big puddle of goo on the inside. "Love you too."
Taylor took the petite caseworker by the hand and led them into the living room.
"How bout we just spend the day lounging, watching movies, and stuff? Don’t
worry about the ice cream. We can work it off later.. .on the exercise
machine." Her smile was sly, and it earned her another smack on the arm.
Taylor thought back to the cop, wondering if he had even a fraction of what she
had found with Cory. I hope so.
Chapter XXXIX: A New Understanding. . .
Cory looked out amongst the sea of cubicles, but she was within her own world.
After sitting the box of green tea on her desk to ward off Ray, the caseworker
sat down and let her mind wander. It didn’t go far. She rewound the events of
the weekend in her head until they played back like it was just yesterday. She
would forever associate the past weekend with walking on air. Her fear of flying
had been conquered what seemed like long ago instead of a few weeks, but here
she was allowing the admin to take her higher into the stratosphere. She couldn’t
breathe and couldn’t think, and the blonde didn’t mind that at all as long
as she could feel.
The whole weekend they stayed joined at the hip. Hands constantly caressed
supple skin, and lips met continuously in kiss after kiss. They had laughed,
giggled and cuddled on the long couch until late into the night. The admin had
even admitted to her a growing affinity for the cartoon Courage the Cowardly
Dog, describing it as too strange to pass up. Cory introduced her companion to
the X-files and watched with amusement as blue eyes rolled when the blonde tried
to explain the existence of actual conspiracies. They talked about everything
and nothing. Cory laid her chin in her hand as snatches of conversation brought
a whispy smile to her face.
Cory laughed, "Noo, but we might need to tape up your mouth before you put
your foot in it again. I’m warning you though, if you bring it up, my mom will
rag you on it."
Black brows raised high on the admin’s forehead. "You’re kidding,
right?"
The blonde’s lips pursed in a smirk. "Try it and see. My family has a
very unique personality. You thought my brother was bad? I swear my mom and dad
have connectors straight from their brain to their mouths."
"Oh, see you’re scaring me. Dealing with you is enough. . .oof!" The
brunette chuckled at the punch to her shoulder.
"Oh plu-eeze! If I can take on Wendy, surely you’ll be alright with a
tiny woman in her late forties."
"Mmm, is she cute? See, I have this thing for cute blondes. . ." The
admin moved out the line of fire quickly.
"No, pervert! She’s more of a strawberry blonde."
". . .and redheads!" Taylor jumped up to avoid getting smacked again
only to let out a ‘hey’ as a small hand pinched her butt. "Who’s the
pervert now? Be nice. You’ll see it in a few days."
Cory smiled saucily. "Keep on and I’ll see it now right after I take a
bite." She snapped her teeth together for emphasis.
Taylor’s expression moved from surprise to incredulous. "Cory Donovan! Do
you kiss your mother with that mouth?!"
The caseworker stretched out on the couch, covering the area the admin deserted.
"Yeah, I do, and what she doesn’t know . . ." She moved her hand in
a nonchalant circle. "yadda, yadda, yadda."
Taylor lifted the blonde’s legs and sat back down, placing them in her lap.
She ran deft fingers over sensitive toes and smiled wolfishly at the resulting
shiver. "You know, you are down right evil? I should have listened. .
.nevermind."
"What? Listened to who? C’mon, c’mon tell me!"
Cory absently chewed on a pencil erasure then started giggling as she recalled
the turn the conversation took. Each time she learned something new about the
admin, the more endeared the brunette became to her.
The brunette was quiet for a minute as she stared at the caseworker with a
penetrating gaze. Lifting a finger, she shook it at her companion. "If
you laugh at me or tell anybody about this, I swear I won’t talk to you for
at least a. . .day!"
Cory held up two fingers in a mock scout salute whispered, "I
promise," with a cheeky grin.
Taylor turned away slightly then like a flash caught green eyes again.
"Uh-huh. Anyway, you know how everybody’s got this inner voice?"
She waited for the blonde to nod. "Well, I sorta have one that sounds
like. . .uhm Shelley, and she’s usually right." The admin’s voice
squeaked, and she lowered her eyes.
It was quiet except for the murmur of the TV. Cory literally put her tongue in
her cheek, but then a strange thought entered her mind. "Uh, did she help
you with us?" She asked with a straight face.
"She did once I started listening. I probably wouldn’t be here
now." Taylor studied the caseworker warily, waiting for the smart retort.
Somewhat shocked, Cory replied, "Well, damn. I always said she was the
eyes and ears of the place. We call her Mama Shelley because everyone comes to
her for advice. I guess you got lucky, huh?"
The admin blinked, still looking wary. "I guess."
Cory’s lips quirked as that damn imp started playing on her shoulder again.
She couldn’t resist just a little jibe. It would be un-Cory like.
"So," she said in a sing song voice, "Linda Blair, your head
isn’t gonna twirl around or anything is it?" The blonde stared
suspiciously at the admin’s neck and head. Before she could say another
word, a pillow hit her square in the face. "I’ll take that as a
no." Blue eyes shot daggers at the petite caseworker for long minutes
until she started to nibble on an ear.
Cory leaned back in her chair sporting a full fledged smile. God, the days
just seem to be getting better and better. Whatever I did to deserve this, I’m
going to try to find out what it is and keep on doing it. My parents aren’t
even going to recognize me. She groaned. I hope they behave. . .No, that’s
too optimistic. I hope they aren’t that bad. She smirked knowing that was
still asking too much.
The caseworker glanced up on instinct and resisted a grin when she spotted Ray
standing not too far away, glaring at her desk. The look on his face was
priceless. She wouldn’t bet money, but the blonde swore that she heard him
hiss. She wanted to hold the box of tea up but thought maybe that was a bit
much. Cory didn’t want to turn him into stone after all, just play with him a
little bit. Smirking widely as Ray strolled back to his desk, Cory peered down
at the files on her desk. My second day out. I don’t think I could top
Friday. Well, at least no one was shooting at us or trying to beat us up. That’s
a bonus. The bigger bonus is that Taylor’s coming with me. She leafed
through the two files seeing that they were follow ups on dirty house
complaints. CPS needed an agency to help the family with skills training and
homemaker support to show them what to do and how to do it. All in all it was
going to be a very light day.
**********
Taylor stared at the blinking cursor on the computer monitor as if mesmerized.
She was, but it wasn’t the computer that did it. The weekend brought with it a
whirlwind of emotions, and just like that she faced up to them. It couldn’t
have been so easy. There’s gotta be a catch here somewhere.
It can be that easy if you two are always honest with each other.
Yeah, but I’ve never had this before, so I’m waiting for the other shoe
to drop.
Get a grip! What is that saying? If you look for it, it will come, or
something like that. Look for happiness instead of misery, and if something
threatening does happen, together you’ll both be ready for it.
Taylor rubbed her chin and continued to gaze into the monitor. A crooked smile
formed on her face. I know you’re right, but you know that your starting to
sound like a fortune cookie?
The reply from LS was brisk.Keep it up, and all you’re going to get from
me is lucky and lotto numbers.
Taylor let out a bark of laughter before looking around the room embarrassed.
Peering back at the computer, she moved the cursor down fully aware that she had
no idea what she had just read. The admin sighed, "How can I concentrate
with her sitting within reach right outside my door?" She asked no one in
particular. It’s a good thing Shelley is coming in late this morning. I
think she would be able to read what’s written all over my face, and I don’t
think I’m ready for that yet.
The crooked smile came again. "I’m in love." She had come to accept
the phrase now and had said it several times during the weekend. Each time the
words came from her mouth, she wanted to say them again and again until they
formed a life of their own. The sense of floating she felt every since they
admitted any feelings for each other grew everyday. Now, it was at an all time
high. I can’t get enough of her. I just want to be with her all the time.
Taylor let out a long breath. "I hope she’ll tell me if I’m smothering
her. The admin thought about it for a minute then grinned. "Yeah, she most
certainly would."
She twisted the chair around, and the phone sitting idle on her desk immediately
caught her eye. She stared at it then back at the computer then vice versa.
"Hell, there’s nothing of importance in there anyway." Without
another thought, she picked up the phone and dialed the extension that held her
heart.
Cory literally jumped at the sound of the ringing phone. Her thoughts had
strayed again. Ugh, I have to get a hold of this. I wonder if she is any
better off than I am. The blonde caseworker picked up the receiver. There
was no hello. "I can’t stop thinking about you. You suffering from the
same disease?"
Cory grinned into the phone then chuckled. "I got it bad, real bad. Can you
think of a cure?" She pulled the phone close to her ear and whispered
quietly.
Taylor bit her lip and wound the cord around her finger. "Oh yeah, but it
involves you being in here and steamy windows. Don’t think Shelley could take
that."
The blonde laughed out loud then quieted at the looks she was getting. "You
can say that again."
"How about I just say this again? I love you."
Cory closed her eyes and let the beam of warmth shoot right through her. Her
skin flushed and her heart paused before starting up again with full beats. I’m
going to melt every time she says that I know it. "I don’t think I’ll
ever get tired of hearing that. Love you too," she replied breathlessly.
A bolt of lightening hit the admin’s spine, singeing her nerves, tightening
her belly, and making her want things she couldn’t have right now. "Come
in here." Her voice was just as breathless and a little hoarse.
Cory’s heart beat redoubled and her breathing went slightly ragged. God, I
don’t think she knows what she does to me. "Taylor," she said
with a voice full of need, "I can’t. I won’t want to leave." The
line was silent except for heavy breathing.
"Cory, I . . ."
"I know. Soon. I promise, but we need to try and control this."
Taylor pulled the cord into a white knuckled grip. I don't know how long I
can take this. "I know, but it’s harder now." Forever.
"But, you’re right," She took a deep breath. I can do this.
"What’s on our plate for today?"
Cory took an unsteady breath of her own. We can do this. "Um, just
have a couple of dirty houses to see. Two to be exact."
"Okay, doesn’t sound bad. Maybe we can get out of here around 2 o’clock.
We’ll have to find someway to cover this though."
"I know. Let me think on it." Maybe we need to be with other people
for a while to calm this down. I feel like I’m on fire.
"Okay, and Cory? I think soon as your mother looks at us she’ll
know." Or she’ll see the way I can’t take my eyes off you.
"You might be right, but I think she figured out something big was going on
when I ran out in the middle of the night."
"Mmm, you okay with that? With her knowing?"
"Yeah, more than okay. So, 2 o’clock it is. We can go out around ten
after the team meeting. I think that’ll give us plenty of time."
"Okay, I’ll be ready."
They said quiet good-byes. Taylor hung up the phone with a click. "I hope
this gets better after we make love." She paused. "But, I got a
feeling it’s just beginning to get intense."
**********
Taylor looked out at the yard they stood in and shook her head in disgust and
confusion. It looked as though they were standing in a war zone. Torn clothes
and very soiled diapers littered each side. What looked to be tons of garbage
spilled from gaping bags, giving the area the aroma of a land fill. Bike,
appliance parts, and furniture found a space on dead grass too. The house
itself, once white, now had a gray pallor along with rotting steps and broken
windows.I know I’m pre-judging, but how can someone let it get this bad?
The stink caused bile to rise in the admin’s throat, and she fought down the
urge to gag. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she glanced up at Cory
to see her beating on the mud coated door. And they let their kids live in
this. I can’t even imagine what they look like or what the inside of the house
look like. Taylor watched as Cory stuck a card in the door and turn around
to come back toward her. "Nobody home?"
The blonde shook her head. "No, don’t think so, or they’re just not
answering. The only thing we can do is leave a card and hope up and want to take
part of the case plan CPS drew up with them." Cory peered up at her
companion and placed a hand on her arm. Concern colored her features at the
green around the gills look the admin was sporting. "You okay?"
"I guess, but I don’t see how this doesn’t effect you. Are you just
used to it?" She looked down at the caseworker with pained eyes.
Not saying anything, Cory pulled the admin by the arm toward their car. I
thought she would understand this by now. Opening the door for her, the
caseworker waited until the brunette got in before going over to her own side.
She sat for a minute before starting the car and pulling away. Glancing over,
she finally began replying. "There’s a difference between me and you out
here. Once a caseworker’s been out here for a while, he or she picks up a few
things. Number one rule is that everything bothers you, but the trick is not
letting the client see that. If things don’t bother you anymore, it’s time
to start looking for another job. It’s a trick of the trade that takes a while
to master."
Taylor leaned back in the seat and took a deep breath. "Don’t get me
wrong here. I like being out here with you, and it is a learning experience.
But, I don’t know if I want to be out here long enough to develop that kind of
skin."
Admiring her honesty, Cory nodded as she made a right turn. "I wouldn’t
blame you one bit."
"I mean part of me just doesn’t understand how someone could let things
get that bad. It seems like every time we go out things are worse than they were
the day before."
Cory pursed her lips in thought. "Think about your logic for a minute. When
you deal with the Board, you don’t let them do things that would deliberately
hurt people. You fight against it, if you feel it’s going to hurt somebody.
Still, no matter how hard you fight, they sometimes do what they want. It’s
the same thing behind these households. There’s something going on inside.
Sometimes, it’s single new mom’s knee deep in post-pardum depression.
Various forms of mental illness maybe involved, or a million other
circumstances. Some simply need to be taught some managing, budgeting, and
cleaning skills, but with others a counselor has to get to the heart of the
problem first before tackling additional issues associated with it. Things maybe
getting worse. I mean, look at the world we have to live in after all."
Taylor turned in her seat to look at the caseworker as she drove. She really
does know what she’s doing, and I’m glad that I get the chance to learn from
her. She makes me see things in a whole new light. "I didn’t think
about it that way, and I bet the rest of the people in this community don’t
either."
"I know, and the bad thing about that is you’re absolutely right. I guess
that’s why agencies like ours exist."
"Mmm, could be that you’re right." The admin’s heart sunk as they
stopped in front of another house that made the last one look tame.
They made their way from the agency parking lot to the building itself. "I
can’t believe nobody was home at both houses," Cory commented.
"Yeah, that did seem kind of odd. Should we have waited?"
"Nah, it doesn’t really promote trust when the client sees someone parked
in front of their house. We’ll call before the day is out and try to set up
appointments."
"Ah, I see. Didn’t think of that." As she held the door open, Taylor
glanced at the blonde. "Did you come up with a cover story for us?"
Cory nodded and smiled. I hate that we have to sneak around like this, but I’ll
do what I have to. "Yeah, simple really. We’ll just tell Shelley that
we’re going to finish up work on the presentation for Thursday. You know,
tweak some numbers and practice the delivery that kind of thing. She knows it
was a light day, so it would make sense."
"Yeah, it does." The admin leaned closer to the caseworker’s ear as
the got near the reception area. "Good girl." She grinned almost
imperceptibly at the shiver that resulted. Turning, Taylor noticed the stares of
Maggie and Annette as they stood around the huge reception desk. She gave them a
cherry smile and chuckled inwardly at the flustered look on their faces. Sometimes
my rep and a little mystery is a good thing.
Cory took a seat at her own desk and smiled at the admin as she made her way to
her own office. "Hey, maybe we can leave earlier than we thought."
Taylor nodded. "Was thinking the same thing. Let me talk to Shelley. She
should be in by now."
Taylor entered her office, sat behind her desk, and waited a beat. She counted
to five and smiled at the knock on the adjoining door. "It’s not locked.
C’mon in." The admin smiled full out at her assistant, which earned her a
strange look in return. "My, my aren’t you chipper this morning."
Taylor chuckled, "What can I say? All is right with the world."
"Good then. I trust Cory is doing okay now that she’s back in the
field?"
The brunette could feel a slow flush creeping up her neck, and she tried her
best to stave it off. It came anyway. "Uhm, she’s great. I mean, she’s
doing great so far." Little Shelly groaned.
’Hello! That was interesting,’ the older woman said to herself. She smiled
brightly. "That’s good. I’ve got some messages for you. Nothing real
important except for the one from Cheryl Berry. You know, the counselor we
contracted? She’s agreed to come next week."
Taylor nodded. "Sounds good. So there’s nothing keeping me here
then?" I hate lying. Let’s see how well I can do this.
"No, it looks like an easy day."
"Well, then you won’t mind holding down the fort? Cory and I have some
last minute things to work on with the presentation, so we’re going to cut out
early and head to the library. She wants to practice on her delivery too."
She peered at the other woman expectantly. Okay, not too shabby. Don’t want
to get used to it though.
Shelley blinked. For some reason, she felt like she was being lied to. She didn’t
know why, but she felt it. Instead of voicing that knowledge, she simply said,
"Sure. I don’t see a problem. I’ll page you if something comes
up."
Smooth. Very smooth. "Okay, sounds like a plan then. We’re
going to be leaving in a few minutes, so I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?"
Shelley got up and made her way to the door. "You sure will," she
replied over her shoulder.
Chapter XL: Road Trip and Gasp. .Meeting the Parents
The trip was full of laughter and charged tension, but Cory had to admit that it
was much better than the last trip home. After going home to change into
comfortable clothes, and stacking up on a few junk food items, they were on
their way.
Cory glanced over at the admin as they moved from the highway to residential
streets. The vibrant green of trees greeted them along with the passing cars.
"Hey, if I haven’t warned you before. I’m telling you now for real. My
parents are nutty, so be prepared for the weirdness." Ugh, I hope mom
doesn’t break out with baby pictures or the embarrassing stories. No wait,
that’s what normal mom’s do. Oh God, what am I in for?
Taylor chuckled. "I think I can handle it. After all look where I work and
who I’m with."
Cory gave the admin a mock scowl, "Hey! What’s that supposed to
mean?"
A dark brow raised. "Oh calm down. I didn’t mean it like that. It’s
just that you keep me on my toes. You always have ever since I met you."
Cory blushed at the unexpected compliment. She got me again. "Oh,
well. . . thanks."
"Welcome."
Cory turned the corner, and they drove down a very familiar street. "It’s
the house on the corner."
Taylor scanned the house as they parked in front. "Well, it looks
normal."
The blonde let out a loud bark of laughter. "Just wait and see. I wonder
what they’re doing." Feeling nervous all of a sudden, she asked, "I
told you what they did for a living and stuff didn’t I?
Picking up on her companion’s jitters, Taylor threw an arm around her
shoulders. "Yep. Retired construction worker and teacher. Don’t worry. I
can be charming when I want to be," she joked, bringing a smile to the
petite blonde’s face.
Cory tried the door, knowing it was going to be open. Sure enough it was and the
sassy sound of Ella Fitzgerald floated through the wood. Oh God, they’re
dancing. Pushing the door open, the pair stopped in the doorway as they
stared at the couple. Taylor watched wide eyed as the man she assumed was Cory’s
father dipped his wife, who squealed in delight. She looked down at Cory to see
her eyes blinking rapidly. Nudging the blonde with her shoulder, she glanced
down again to make sure she was out of her stupor.
The caseworker knew that there was no use trying to call them to attention over
the booming music. She decided instead to turn it off. The Donovan’s protested
loudly at the interruption until they saw who it was. Brenda Donovan let out
another squeal of delight as she ran to engulf her daughter in a hug.
"Bunchee, you’re early!"
Cory returned the hug and waved at her dad before saying. "I know. It was a
slow day so we decided to go ahead and come down." Her mother’s grip
tightened. "Is she here?"
"Yeah mom you did invite both of us," Cory replied drolly.
"Well go hug your father, and I’ll go over and say hello."
Oh God, help me now! "Kay, mom." Cory tried to watch but her
father blocked the view. "Hey Bunch! You certainly look happier than you
did the last time. I guess you won’t be staying the night though seeing that
you have to work, and there is no way both of you would fit in that bed."
His voice was full of mirth. It’s starting already. "Dad! Will you
behave!"
"Why dear, when you make it so easy?"
Cory groaned and hoped Taylor was fairing better.
Taylor looked down at the smaller woman as was immediately charmed by the smile
that beamed back at her. She’s going to look like that when she’s older.
My God, I’m staying around!
Brenda Donovan cocked her head to the side, gave the admin the once over, and
stuck out her hand. "Soo, you’re the flat assed pencil pusher? My
goodness, you’re a big girl."
Taylor took the hand and stopped mid-shake. Suddenly, she knew what swallowing
one’s tongue felt like. So that’s what she used to call me?! Pale
blue searched for familiar green. They found each other, and Taylor silently
transmitted a message. "I’m going to get you!" Cory sent her one
right back. "I told you so!"
The admin couldn’t fight the blush that came, but she managed to smile through
it. "I hope she speaks better of me now, Mrs. Donovan."
"Oh, she does, but she didn’t tell me were so tall with such nice
coloring too. How do you do that?"
This is definitely where she gets that brutal honesty from. Feeling a
little more comfortable now that she’d identified a family trait, Taylor
decided to play along. "Um, I think it’s the orange juice and peanut
butter." The admin grinned when the reply got what she intended, a laugh.
"Well my goodness beautiful and a sense of humor too. Bunchee must be in
heaven. Oh, where are my manners? Why don’t you have seat?"
She glanced over at her husband. "Mike, why don’t we let them sit down.
Feeling another blush, Taylor followed close behind them as they strolled into
the living room. Warmth. Homey. She couldn’t get the words out of her head.
Still slightly looking around, the admin sat down on the loveseat. Cory plopped
down next to her with a teasing smirk on her face. Unable to help herself,
Taylor stuck out her tongue then yelped at the retaliatory pinch on her arm. As
if suddenly remembering where they were, they both turned to the Donovan’s
watching them with amusement dancing in their eyes.
"Aren’t they cute together?"
Mike Donovan snorted. "Don’t say things like that. You’re gonna
embarrass her."
’Too late,’ Cory said to herself. "Well, I guess I’ll make the formal
introductions. Taylor this is my mom and dad, Brenda and Mike Donovan."
Taylor got up to shake Mike Donovan’s hand, and the warmth shining in his eyes
made her feel totally at home. "Nice to meet you both."
A silence lapsed between them. Brenda broke it with her announcement.
"Well, I’ll go get us something to drink."
Cory jumped up too, feeling she had to throw Taylor in the deep end somehow. She
squeezed the admin’s shoulder. "I’m gonna go help her. Be right
back."
Taylor sucked in a breath and tried not to give her the deer in headlights look,
but it was hard. She watched as the blonde disappeared down the hall then
glanced over at Micheal Donovan, who was reaching for a newspaper.
He swallowed hard and folded the already read paper into neat squares. I’ve
never had to do this before. Always thought I would be giving one of her
boyfriend’s a lecture. She’s no boy, but she has Cory’s heart. I need to
do what’s expected of me. He peered up into pale blue eyes that had hidden
depths to them. He could clearly see the intelligence and compassion, but there
was a grittiness there also, which is what his daughter needed. He leaned back
and got comfortable on the couch. "So you’re what sent my little girl
running?"
Taylor took a deep breath. This was totally new. She had never stuck around long
enough before to meet parents, and she never wanted to then. This time it was
different. I want them to see that Cory and me are good together. Good for
each other. "Yes, sir, but I guess it was only fair. She had me running
from the get go." She gave him a small smile that he returned.
Micheal chuckled, "She does have that effect on people. Some can’t handle
all that honesty." He lifted one leg and crossed it over his knee.
"The good thing is that she went running back."
Taylor flashed a million watt smile. "It was a very good thing."
"Mmm-hmm, you must be really something to get a hold of her like
that."
The admin offered him a hesitant laugh, "I think we both met our matches so
to speak." What’s going on here? What are you thinking?
He flashed his own charming smile. "I thought as much. She never brought
anyone home, so that was a big clue right there. Yeah, our Bunch is one tough
cookie. Hell, she used to run this house when she had to, but for all that
toughness, she’s still a marshmallow in the middle, all squishy and
soft."
Taylor blinked. She knew exactly where this was going. "Mr. Donovan, I
know, and I have no intention of hurting her. Not anymore. I think we’ve done
enough to each other pain-wise. We really laid into each other when we first
met, but that was just. . .
"Foreplay?" He finished with a familiar smirk.
Taylor laughed out loud. "Well, yeah I guess you could say that. I was just
going to say it was just a precursor to something deeper between us. She’s
done a lot for me, made me see a lot of things, and I’ve learned so much from
her. She’s an extraordinary woman, and I plan on telling her that as much as
possible.’
Mike Donovan stared into pale eyes alive with emotion, and that’s when he saw
something familiar. It was the same look his wife had when she looked at him.
"You love her?"
My God, is it that obvious? Taylor bent her head, hiding under her bangs.
No use in hiding. She looked up again, meeting his eyes with conviction
in her own. "Yeah, I do, very much."
Looking at this woman, he knew that his little girl was going to be taken care
of and loved. It was all he wanted. "Does she know?"
The blush came over her face before words came out.
Micheal Donovan chuckled. "No need to say anything. You just answered
me."
Taylor nodded and let loose her own chortle. So this is what her parents are
like. This is what loving parents are like. I’m glad you have them Cory. I
wouldn’t want you to turn out any other way.
***********
Cory pulled glasses down out of the cupboard, and as she turned them right side
up, she glanced at her mother. Come on, mom. I know you too well.
"So?" Green eyes looked back at her confused, but then she saw lips
quirk. "I know you have something to say, ma." The quirk on the older
Donovan’s mouth turned into a grin.
"Well, you certainly like the dark, mysterious types. Don’t you?"
Cory rolled her eyes. "Please, there’s nothing mysterious about
her."
Brenda Donovan peered at her daughter quietly for a long minute, until a blush
colored her features. "Uh-huh, thought so. If there wasn’t something
exciting about her, she wouldn’t be able to keep you interested."
Okay, okay, so mothers are always right. "True, but she has a lot
more to offer."
Brenda met her daughter’s gaze with a level one of her own. "I bet she
does." She chuckled as the blush got darker. "My goodness, I’ve
never seen you turn so many colors."
"Mo—m!"
She threw up her hands. "Okay, okay." Brenda stirred the lemonade.
"Get the ice out."
Cory did as she was told. She sat the trays on the counter with a thud.
"So, what do you think?"
"Hold on! I was getting to that." She urged her daughter to fill the
cups with ice. "She’s very pretty with a smart sense of humor," She
looked at Cory sheepishly, "and she didn’t run screaming when I called
her flat ass. So, I’d say she’s right fine."
Cory’s mouth dropped open. "Mom! You did not say that to her?!’
"Uh-huh."
Well, that explains the look she gave me. I think I’m in trouble later. I’m
glad. A lecherous smile slowly curled her lips.
"Oooh, what are you thinking about?"
The caseworker’s blush darkened another shade.
"Aww, such pretty colors. That’s as much as I can give you now, Bunch. I’ve
haven’t really gotten the chance to talk to her. As a matter of fact, why don’t
you send her in here. She can help me start dinner. She does know her way around
a kitchen doesn’t she?"
With her voice lowered an octave, she replied, "Oh yeah, she does." On
that cryptic statement, Brenda watched her daughter walk out the door.
Hanging back in the hallway balancing the tray precariously, Cory stopped to
listen. I hope they’re okay. Laughter met her ears, and she said a
silent prayer of thanks.
Walking in, the blonde saw her father sitting and leaning against the couch arm,
looking more than a little relaxed. She met pale blue that seemed to twinkle at
her, and sighed in relief at the minute wink the admin gave her. She sauntered
further into the living room and sat the tray on the table. Picking up a glass,
she steered toward the dark beauty sitting on the loveseat. I have to touch
her and make sure she’s still real. The caseworker stopped a few inches in
front of the admin, thrust out the cool glass, and gazed down into pale eyes up
close. Unable to stop it, small hands wiped away too long bangs from the her
forehead. Eyes smiled at each other, and lips followed. Remembering that they
weren’t alone, the caseworker turned to her father to see mirth filled eyes
staring back at her. Cory grinned. "Uh, mom wants our guest to help in the
kitchen." She heard the admin’s slight groan but chose to ignore it and
the giggles that beckoned. "I’ll keep you company, Dad." He smiled
and patted the arm of the couch, asking her to sit.
Giving Taylor whispered instructions to the kitchen, she watched her go. The
urge to kiss her for comfort had been strong, but the caseworker settled for a
squeeze of a broad shoulder. Cory moved to the couch arm beside her father and
wrapped an arm around him. "Hey, daddy. What’s up?"
He caught his daughter’s eyes with his own but lost the contact as his head
hung. "Bunch, I . . .know I haven’t always been there and said the things
I needed to say. I want to say this now. She’s a keeper. Love her hard and
hold on tight, and she’ll never desert you."
Stunned, Cory looked down at the top of her father’s head. I don’t think
I’ve ever heard him sound like that. Not since I came out. "Daddy,
I----"
He glanced up again, not turning away. "No, no let me finish. She. .um. .
.she wasn’t afraid to say she loved you. Wasn’t ashamed or shy about it. You
need somebody like that Bunch. She’ll stick up for you no matter what. Now, I’m
not one for the sensitive chats, but I needed to say my piece. I hope you
understand."
Bending down to kiss his forehead, Cory added, "Love you, daddy. Thanks. I’m
gonna try my best to do right by her." I’m gonna try my damnedest.
*********
Taylor paused outside the kitchen. Okay, I can do this. I have to do this for
both our sakes. Forget the Freudian slip. . .
LS snorted. Fat chance. She growled at the voice in her head and
strolled into the kitchen with all the confidence she could muster. Chopping
greeted her. Chopping with a very large knife. Taylor swallowed. Okay, don’t
even go there. It’s ridiculous. To keep herself from fidgeting, Taylor put
her hands in her pockets as she walked up on Cory’s mother. Green eyes met
hers, and she was taken aback by the similarities. Brenda Donovan smiled
mysteriously. "The resemblance is uncanny isn’t it."
Licking her lips, Taylor grinned back tentatively. "Yeah, it is. Something
to look forward to."
Brenda’s smile got bigger. "Ah, flattery. Very good."
A sinking feeling started in the admin’s stomach. I’m going to have to
come completely clean for her. Won’t I? Yep. She cleared her
throat. "You need any help?"
Brenda stopped chopping and glanced up again. "Not at the moment. I wanted
to talk to you first."
Taylor leaned against the counter not far from the other woman, hoping to give
the appearance of being calm when butterflies were assaulting her stomach.
"Sure. We can do that."
The blonde wiped her hands on a towel. "Do you sleep with my daughter every
night?"
The admin blinked. Well, damn that was so blunt it hurt. If it’s honesty
she wants then that’s what she’ll get. "Yes, I do. I don’t think
I could get to sleep without her." She watched as the other woman blushed. Score
one for me. She wasn’t expecting that.
Unwavering green continued to hold the blue gaze. "Why?"
The admin’s hands clenched in her pockets. She answered quietly, "Because
she chased the nightmares away. I want her there, and she wants to be
there."
Brenda studied the younger woman. She didn’t expect honesty. She expected
false bravado. There was nothing false about this woman. She decided to switch
gears. "Do you know what you did to her? How you hurt her a few weeks
ago?" Brenda waited for the dark head to hang. It never did. Their gazes
remained locked.
God, yes I remember the look on her face like I had ripped her heart out. I
think I did. "Yes, I know, and I’ll tell you why it happened. Cory
makes me feel things that I can’t even begin to describe. I think I was dead
before her, and it scared me to feel all of that coming back to life because it
came back with a vengeance. I did the only thing I knew how to do. I hid."
Blue eyes glazed with memory. "It’s funny because she wouldn’t even let
me do that. She blew me away, and what you see now is what’s left----what she
helped to create."
Brenda looked deep into the admin’s eyes and saw a fire. A fire that she
guessed wasn't there before. A fire that her daughter put there. Amazing.
"She’s changed too. She used to be subdued, almost hard, but I noticed a
difference the second day you arrived. She called me full of fire and more
emotion than I’d seen in a long time. I should have known then, I guess."
Taylor’s mouth quirked into a grin. "Yeah, she certainly put me in my
place a number of times. It was disconcerting to feel all that heat come from
just a little thing."
Brenda snickered and looked at the brunette through different eyes. Somehow she
knew that this woman came here to do battle if necessary—all for Cory.
"Another family trait, I’m afraid."
The admin smiled brilliantly. "I figured that out as soon as I walked in
here."
The blonde’s laughter was self-depreciating. "Touché. You know, you’re
not at all what I expected."
An errant eyebrow rose. "How so?"
"Well, for starters, I expected someone younger, and someone a little more
bubbly."
Taylor let loose a belly laugh. "Well, bubbly I’m not, and as far as age
goes, I’m only 32."
Brenda shook her head and chuckled, "Don’t get me wrong. I’m not
knocking you. You two fit somehow even though it’s obvious that you’re
opposites. It’s a darkness and light thing, I think." Warmth for this
woman grew by the minute.
Oooh, did she just give me a compliment? "Thanks." This
woman is more astute than I thought. Feel sorry for those students.
"So, when are we going to meet your parents?"
A sliver of sadness passed through her spine, but thankfully, that was all.
"Cory didn’t tell you?"
"Tell me what?" Her brow bunched in confusion.
Here goes. Let’s see if I can get through this without those old feelings
resurfacing. "They died in a boating accident when I was 18."
Brenda stood stock still, instantly knowing why Taylor spoke of emotional death
and knowing that there was more. "That’s not all is it?"
Very, very astute woman. "No, it’s not. My parents abandoned me a
long time ago by their own choice."
Brenda stared at the woman, shocked. Her admiration for this woman grew leaps
and bounds. "And look at you now, all in one piece."
I didn’t feel a thing. Good-bye mom, dad. She looked back at the older
woman thoughtfully. "You know, your daughter said almost the same thing to
me."
"Well, she was right."
"I know. Cory is right about a lot of things, and she opened my eyes to
those things."
Brenda smiled at her daughter’s lover. After all that’s what she was.
Someone who loved Cory. "Sorry if I pried to much, but the inquisition is
over for now. Cory did good, real good." She paused, "You want to hand
me the onions and potatoes out of the fridge? I’m making pot roast with all
the trimmings, and Cory said you were handy around the kitchen. Although, she
did have this strange smile on her face. You want to tell me about that?"
Taylor felt as though the blush covered her from head to toe. "Um. .
.no?" Well, that wasn’t too hard. My head is still there, and she
likes me. I can tell. Yeah, and you didn't need my help once. You're
growing, kid.
Brenda looked the brunette up and down. "Oooh, you turn pretty colors
too."
They chatted for a while longer until the admin's need to see Cory caused her to
wander off. She made her way into the living room but looked around in
disappointment when a short, capped blonde head didn't appear. Michael Donovan
stared back at her with a knowing smile. "She's sitting out on the
porch."
Taylor nodded and gave him a shy smile in return. She stopped in front of the
screen door to observe the caseworker. The blonde was sitting on the second step
with her back to the admin. Her form was leaning forward, and her head moved
slowly from side to side as if studying all of the outdoors. Taylor scanned the
caseworker's body for tale-tale signs of tension. There wasn't one. You're
right at home. Aren't you, Cory?
Smiling at the sight, she stepped out on the porch. Cory turned part way around
and grinned at her visitor. She moved to get up, but Taylor shook her head.
"No, don't get up. I'll join you." She groaned slightly as she lowered
herself to the top step right behind the caseworker. With arms that felt empty
since they arrived in Evansville, Taylor pulled Cory into her, wrapping her in
warmth. The brunette leaned forward and kissed an ear softly. "Hey, what
are you doing out here?"
Cory hummed in contentment and snuggled more into the body behind her. Thinking
that this is perfect. That you are perfect. "Just thinking that if this
gets any better, I won't be able to stand it. I don't think I've ever been this
happy."
Taylor squeezed the thighs lined along the inside of hers. This time a kiss
landed on top of a golden head. "I know what you mean. It's like it's so
good that you're just waiting for the other shoe to drop."
Cory traced the hands that lingered just under her breasts. "Yeah, that's
exactly what I mean." And I pray to God that it doesn't. It would be
such a cruel joke.
With more confidence than she had ever felt before, Taylor added, "It won't
happen, and I'll tell you why. It's because we deserve this, and we're stronger
together than apart, which gives us the edge in any battle. I think your parents
know that too."
Cory lifted her head higher, letting the sun beam down on her face. She smiled
into it. "They gave us the thumbs up, huh? Should have known. My father
said things I thought would never come out of his mouth. Sort of like you. You
don't say much, but when you do, it has a 'whoa' impact."
Taylor chuckled and nuzzled blonde hair. It smelled of sunshine and flowers.
"If you say so, but yeah they gave us two thumbs up. Your mom had me going
there for a while. She's pretty tough."
Cory giggled, "I know. She hides it well though."
"Well, I think that I surprised her with my honesty. You've rubbed off on
me."
"You weren't too honest and didn't tell her too much, I hope?"
The admin smiled into her companion's hair. "Let's just say I told her
enough to let her know that I was serious."
"Mmm, I'll just view that as a good thing." Does she have any idea
how much I love her? Cory began to rub the outside of the admin's toned
thighs. The skin was warm and satin smooth, and she felt arms tighten around her
in response. "I'm sorry. I can't seem to stop touching you. It's hard to
stop doing things that you love."
"It's okay. There's nothing to apologize for because I like your hands on
me."
The caseworker swallowed. "Good. Because I don't think I could stop even if
I wanted to." Cory turned and tried to bury her face into the admin's neck.
"I love you so much. I can't even. . .God." Her face meshed into the
admin's chest.
The burst of emotion transferred to Taylor, and she caught her breath, feeling
overwhelmed and loving it. Putting a finger under the blonde's chin, Taylor
lifted Cory's face to hers. Eyes searched each other, reveling in all things
real and hoping for all things imagined How could I have gotten through all
these years without feeling this? Simple, I didn't start to exist before I met
her. She traced smooth lips with a finger. "Don't ever, EVER, apologize
for that because I feel the same way." Taylor bent her head forward and
brushed the caseworker's lips with her own. Cory cupped a cheek and deepened the
kiss, drawing the brunette in and drowning her in the most pleasurable emotions
possible. The caseworker broke the kiss, slowly then buried her head once more
in the admin's chest. "We're scandalizing the neighborhood," she
mumbled.
"I don't give a good damn what they think. I just want to make sure you're
happy."
She always seem to say the right thing. "Was hoping you would say
that."
Brenda watched them quietly from the open door. She felt strong arms engulf her
from behind. She turned to her husband, kissing him on the chin. "She looks
so happy. I've never seen her like this before," she whispered quietly.
"Neither have I. Taylor's good for her."
"I think that they're good for each other."
"Mmm-hmm, that too." He gave her another squeeze. "Dinner ready
yet?"
"Yes, I was just coming out to get them."
"Okay, I'll leave you to it," Michael told his wife.
Brenda rapped on the screen and smiled when she saw Cory jump at the noise. The
smile got bigger when she noticed the admin's arms tighten around her daughter.
Taylor turned to her and grinned.
"Well, I know you two would rather stay out here and play kissy face all
day." Her smile turned into smirking. "Not that I blame you, but the
rest of us are about to eat. Care to join us?"
Taylor was the first to rise then help Cory up. Brenda held the door open for
them and watched appreciatively when the admin's hand went directly to the small
of her daughter's back. She winked at Taylor, "Now we get to see how handy
you were in the kitchen, young lady."
Taylor chuckled and they all disappeared back into the house.
*********
A little while later, Cory tore into the roast appreciatively. She bumped Taylor
with an errant elbow. "Mmm, this is good. See, mom I told you, but the
stuff she cooks usually involves chicken. I can't believe she's eating anything
else."
The admin rolled her eyes. "I do eat other things, Cory."
"Uh-huh."
Brenda and Michael Donovan watched the exchange with grins on their faces. The
house was alive again with voices and laughter besides their own. They loved it
when the children came home. Brenda glanced at Taylor. "Well, I have to
admit. She can weld that knife with the best of them."
The admin smiled crookedly. "Just another skill I picked up in
college."
It was Cory's turn to roll her eyes, thinking of Wendy.
Taylor bit into a perfect potato and decided to get in on the teasing too. I
told her I would get her. "Mr. and Mrs. Donovan?" Two heads
raised. "What on earth is a Bunchee?"
Cory choked and mumbled an irritating 'thanks,' when the admin tapped her on the
back.
The brunette raised a brow at the Donovan's expectantly. They both looked at her
with more than a little amusement dancing in their eyes. Michael Donovan urged
his wife to speak with a nudge of his head. She glanced at her daughter, seeing
the daggers shooting and the colors in her face changing. "Well, I'm sure
you know of Cory's affinity for all things cartoon?"
Taylor nodded and smiled thinking of the caseworker's Scooby-Doo fetish.
"When she was really young, Cory had a lisp, and there was this cartoon
called the "Moncheechee" or something like that. Anyway, she couldn't
say it to save her life. It came out Buncheechee along with a lot of spit."
Cory could feel herself sinking in her seat. I knew she was going to do this!
How could Taylor facilitate this! Ugh!
Taylor bit her lip to keep from laughing. She wanted to hear the rest of the
story.
Brenda pursed her lips. It had been a long time since she got to do this with
and to her daughter. She was loving it. "She liked the cartoon a lot and
went around talking about it all the time. I told her she was going to turn into
a Buncheechee, and I guess it stuck."
Michael Donovan snickered into his napkin and refused to meet his daughter's
glare.
Taylor turned to look into Cory's now purple face. Oh, this is too good.
"You okay, Bunchee?" The admin asked sweetly.
Chuckles went around the table, but Cory refused to look that way. Her gaze
concentrated on Taylor. She held the fork in her hand, wondering if it would be
really bad to stab her with it. Probably so. Running out of options, her psyche
chose that moment to regress. Before Cory knew what was happening, she stuck her
tongue out at the admin.
Taylor threw back her head and laughed heartily at the display. After a few
seconds, the Donovan's joined in. Feeling embarrassed but content, Cory did the
only thing she could do. She joined in too.
After the laughter wore off, Brenda Donovan was quiet for several minutes. Then,
she smiled at her impending thoughts. "You know Taylor, as long as you've
known Cory you must know her secret?"
Taylor put her fork down, and from the corner of her eye, she saw the young
blonde blush. Ohh, interesting. A sable brow rose. "You mean the
Papa Smurf doll and his friend?"
Brenda shook her head and smiled, big. "No, no she has a big soft spot that
not many people know about."
Cory stiffened and turned redder.
Very, very interesting. "Oh really? Do tell."
"Well, she loves kid's movies, especially the ones with animals. Goodness,
she cries like her best friend died."
Taylor glanced at the caseworker surprised. By the redness on her face, the
admin could see that this was still a big thing with her. She leaned forward and
whispered in the blonde's ear, feeling her discomfort and wanting to help now.
"If you don't tell anyone, when we get back to my place I'll pull out that Babe
tape that's been hiding in my closet forever."
Cory looked at the admin with wide eyes then burst out laughing. The Donovan's
watched on, enjoying the show.
Dinner was full of laughter and warmth, leaving Taylor feeling accepted and
content. When it was time to leave, her eyes widened in surprise when both
Donovan's approached her for a hug. After a moment, she had returned the
affection whole heartedly. It rocked her to the core, making her aware of what
had been missing and letting her know that the gaps were starting to be filled.
They drove back with full stomachs and satisfied smiles.
With the Babe tape forgotten, Cory burrowed under the cool covers with a
sigh and watched from under lowered lids as the admin turned off the light and
slinked her way to the bed. The blonde whimpered in contentment when strong arms
surrounded her. "Mmm, I know I've said this umpteen times tonight, but I'm
glad they liked you. Something told me they would."
Taylor buried her nose in blonde strands. "Hmm-mm, they're fun, and you
were so right about them being unique. I liked it. I liked them, and I got to
learn a little something new about you in the process. Not a bad day at
all."
Cory snorted. "Don't you dare go calling me Bunchee around the office. I'll
have to . . .pinch you really hard!"
"Not even if I whisper it like this? "Bun—chee," she extended
the syllables teasingly. Taylor allowed her fingertips to caress the
caseworker's sensitive sides.
Cory squealed and giggled until she was too tired to anymore.
Chapter XLI: The Office, the Field, and Love
Hoping Ray was looking, Cory changed the tea box on her desk to Red Zinger. She
chuckled when she looked up and saw him shooting daggers with his eyes. That
should lower my weirdness quotient for today. She sat down and wriggled in
the chair until she was comfortable. Unable to help herself, she glanced over to
Barb's empty desk. I miss you something awful. I hope you're okay, and I hope
you come back soon, regardless of what you feel about Taylor and me. Feeling
sadness tug at her, Cory refused to let it get far, not after last night, not
after the weekend. Nothing would bring her down. She giggled remembering walking
out of the bedroom to see Taylor sitting in a robe, eating peanut butter, and
watching the cartoons she swore she detested. Some of my finer qualities are
rubbing off on her. Pretty soon I'll have her singing the PowerPuff Girls theme
song.
The admin had held her spoon up and grin sheepishly at getting caught. They
sat cuddled together watching the always entertaining Flintstones silently,
until Taylor found other uses for peanut butter. Cory rolled her eyes and
groaned inward, recalling the admin trying to lick peanut butter from her
cheeks, lips and neck. It had been pleasurable and damn near erotic, but she
had to scrub extra hard to make the smell go away. In the bathroom, she found
out that her nature imposed exile from sexual activity had been lifted also.
Her grin was sly and Cheshire like as she opened the door to Taylor, allowing
her to come in as she was leaving.
"What? Why the grin?"
Cory hummed, "Oh, nothing. I just love you is all." The grin got
bigger as she watched the admin blush. And I'm going to show you how much
tonight.
"Well, ditto to you, sweetie." Taylor leaned in for a quick kiss
then swatted the blonde's but as she passed by. "Let's hurry up. We're
running a little late."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Me and my ass thank you." Cory had replied drolly
as she took clothes out of her overnight bag.
"Smaht ass!" Taylor called around a mouth full of toothpaste. She
spit the bulk of it in the sink. "You know, you should bring some stuff
over here and leave it. I'll make a couple drawers free for you!" She
yelled out.
The feelings of elation grew to an all time high at hearing those words,
causing Cory to chuckle and almost skip her way to the bathroom door.
"I'll do the same for you. Get you some closet space too if you're
nice." The caseworker wriggled her eyebrows. "But no Uhaul yet,
huh?"
Taylor turned the blonde and smiled winningly. "I like Penske myself,
better insurance." The admin laughed out loud at the look of shock on the
blonde caseworker's face.
Cory shook her head and smirked as she twiddled a pencil between her fingers. If
she makes me feel like I'm flying every morning, the day would go by in a flash
of nothing, except when she's there. She sighed and looked down at her desk.
No files, no new cases. They could spin by those dirty houses from yesterday,
but the owners had called late yesterday setting up appointments for later in
the week. Looks like another slow day. I wonder if I can get her to leave
early again? The phone rung snatching her from her reverie. A slow smile
spread over her features. Maybe she's thinking the same thing I am. A
sliver of excitement and anticipation made its way up her spine. She picked up
the phone and remained silent for a beat.
"Cory?"
The voice was familiar, but she couldn't place it. Snapping out of it, she
replied, "Yeah, Cory Donovan."
"Hey, I was hoping I would catch you. It's Lynn from CPS."
Recognizing the name, Cory perked up. "Oh, hey. What's up?"
"Well, I need your opinion on a foster parent. She's asking to adopt one of
her foster kids that's been in the household for about six months. I saw them
last week, but my plate is full today. I was wondering if you could offer a
second opinion?"
A frown tugged at the caseworker's lips. Something was going on. "That's
kinda breaking the rules isn't it? I mean, my opinion won't be valid unless I've
had former contact with the family. Wait, do you think there's something fishy
going on there?"
"No, no," Lynn added quickly. "I mean, the boy is a little
subdued, and any outward signs of trauma is consistent with just childhood
antics. You know boys will be boys."
Cory's concerned deepened. "Uh-huh, did you get him examined by a
doctor?"
"Um, well no. He doesn't seem to be scared of her, and he corroborated her
story of his falling and getting the bruises."
Aww, geez. You've got to be kidding me. Something is definitely not right
here. That kid's in trouble. "I'll tell you what. I'll check it out and
get back to you as soon as I do." And if that boy is hurt anymore, I'm
going to rip the hide off you because you're keeping something from me.
"Great! Let me give you the address and names. . ."
*******
Taylor scanned through the e-mail that she neglected yesterday and sipped idly
at a cup of Earl Gray that Shelley brought. She glanced over at the mound of
paper work that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. Pencil pushing flat
ass, huh? They maybe right about the pencil pushing part. Everyone wants a
paper trail. She turned away from the computer and looked over requests for time
off, requisitions for new computers, complaints, and budget reports. I love
my job, but I'm surprised that I don't have carpal tunnel syndrome! Ugh!
A sudden smile spread over her features. Well, at least this week couldn't
get any better and nothing that could happen can make me feel worse for wear.
Her parents like me, and Cory loves me. What else could I ask for? With a
new outlook, Taylor whizzed through the paperwork.
A knock at her door made a dark brow raise. "Come!"
Cory sauntered in with her brow scrunched, but Taylor smiled at her despite the
blonde's disturbed expression. "Was just thinking about you."
The worry lines lifted somewhat with a slight smile. "I think you're always
thinking about me just like I am about you."
"Too true. What's the look for?" Something's bothering you.
Cory laid a piece of paper on the admin's desk. I wonder will you see what I
do. "Read it. A colleague from CPS wants my opinion."
Taylor pursed her lips and read silently. After a couple of minutes, she looked
up in confusion. "The boy has bruises, and she didn't think that was worth
getting checked out?"
"Yeah, I know. Got me to thinking too. From the address, I can tell you
it's mostly a middle class neighborhood and mostly white. I haven't had a case
down there in a while. The woman Bessie Owens has had several foster children.
They never stayed long, and from what I know Lynn never reported any problems.
As you read the little boy's name is Robert, and he's nine. I think we should
check it out, but we need to be on our toes. I want to make it a surprise visit.
Made sure Lynn knew that."
Cory looked at the clock on the admin's wall. "It's ten now. What do you
say we leave around 10:30?"
Taylor nodded. "Gives me time to finish up this paperwork. We should take
cell phones just in case. . ."
Cory smiled slightly. "Was just about to suggest that." She paused.
"Taylor, you sure you want to do this. You haven't seen a physically abused
child up to this point. It can be hard to take."
Always looking out for me Cory. What about yourself? You just came back.
"I think I need to see this. If not just for a learning experience then as
knowing what you go through. Just tell me what to expect."
That's just a fancy way of saying you want to protect me, love, and I love
you for it. "Expect the unexpected. I'll let you do your paperwork and
verse you on the signs of physical abuse when we get in the car." Knowing
it was inappropriate, Cory decided to do it anyway. She walked up to the front
of the desk, leaned over and brushed the admin's surprised lips with her own.
"Thanks, I love you too," the caseworker whispered. Giving Taylor a
soft smile, Cory left the office.
Taylor touched fingertips to her lips. "How did she know what I was up to?
And how does she do that?"
LS chuckled. Magic.
*******
Cory went down a list that had become part of her brain a long time ago. She
peered at a red light, willing it to change. "Okay, well you know it's not
just the obvious physical signs although those are important. If you see
bruises, look for some in the shape of large hand prints or in an odd place like
the neck or upper chest. Generally, a child that's abused will be subdued, shy,
scared, unkept, and he won't look anybody in the face. The parent will try to
speak for them instead of letting them talk." She made a left turn and
glanced at the admin. "Some of those aren't by the book, but you learn to
recognize all the little things. There's a lot more but most of the one's I gave
you were the glaring ones." Stay with me Taylor. I'm gonna need you on
this one.
Taylor swallowed. Here she is counting on me again. I won't let you down.
"Okay, I think I got it. Are we going to interview them separate?"
Cory shook her head, "No, they need to be observed together first then
we'll go from there." She turned another corner and pointed to a house not
far away. "There, I think that's it."
They parked in front, noticing another car parked in the driveway. "Well at
least somebody's home this time. Robert should be in school, but Lynn told me he
had been out sick for the past few days." Cory took a deep breath and
glanced at the admin. "You ready?"
Taylor nodded and stared back. "Yeah, let's go see if we can save a
kid."
The house fit the customary white house with a picket fence description. The
grass was cut neatly, and a colorful ball sat still on the yard. The whole area
had a stillness about it, as if waiting. Taylor looked around and saw faces
peering out the windows of other homes. It gave her an ominous feeling. The
admin swallowed painfully as tension banded across her shoulders. She pulled
Cory by the arm, stopping them midway up the walkway. "You see that, feel
that?"
"Yeah, I feel likes someone's watching me. Eerie."
"Yeah, you can say that again. The little hairs are standing up on my
arms."
They proceeded to the door without incident. Cory reached for the bell, but the
door was snatched open before she could ring it. A smiling middle aged redheaded
woman with glazed eyes greeted them. A sinking feeling started deep in the
caseworker's stomach. Letting it blossom, she reached out her hand to shake
Bessie's. "Bessie Owens? We're from the Family Services Agency. Your
casemanager, Lynn sent us to check up on Robert and talk to you about the
adoption. I'm Cory Donovan and this is Taylor Wilson."
Bessie took the blonde woman's hand in her own. 'They can't have him back,' she
thought. 'He belongs to me now.' Her smile widened. "Yes, come on in. No
one said you were coming, but that's okay." She moved aside to let them
through.
Cory stepped in and almost gagged. She looked up at the admin to see that she
was green around the gills also. The smell was acrid and rotten. It was subtle
but still discernable.
Bessie noticed the looks on their faces. 'You think you know. You think you're
so smart.' "Oh, you'll have to excuse the smell. The garbage pilled up, and
since Robert has been sick, I haven't had the time."
Taylor kept her face impassive, but glanced down at Cory. There was a silent
communication between them. That was no garbage.
The further they got in the house the more potent the smell became. Cory let her
apprehension grow. God, please tell me I'm imagining things. She decided to play
her hand. "Where's Robert? We need to talk to you both."
'Yellow haired bitch isn't gonna get over on me. He's mine,' Bessie's thoughts
screamed. "He's at school right now. Why don't you two come back later
around 3 o'clock. Don't know why you came so early in the first place." Her
voice turned hard, but she tried to hide it.
Taylor heard it just fine. She looked at Cory and shook her head imperceptibly.
Something is very wrong. The look said.
The caseworker could feel her heart thud hard against her chest. It was time to
drop the charade. "Ms. Owens, Robert isn't at school. Now, where is
he?" Cory's voice was firm with an edge.
Bessie's smile turned crooked and sinister. "He's mine now. You can't have
him." She giggled slightly then covered her mouth.
The admin caught Cory's gaze, seeing the panic in it. "Taylor, keep her
here and call the police. I'm going to look for him."
The brunette nodded and jumped in front of the redhead as she tried to intercept
Cory. "No, no. You stay here with me."
Bessie laughed loud and long and almost screamed in a sing song voice,
"He's mine. He's mine!"
How could that casemanager not see that this woman is off. When I first
looked at her I knew something was wrong. Please let that kid be alright. God,
please. Taylor closed her eyes for a beat then reached out a hand to stop
Bessie's second attempt at flight. Holding her with one arm, Taylor rummaged
through her purse with the other hand. She felt the flip phone and pulled it
out. With a flick of her finger she opened the top. Giving Bessie a glare, she
whispered menacingly, "You stay right here. Do you understand?"
The woman whimpered and nodded.
Taylor dialed 911 and explained the situation and her suspicions as best she
could.
As Cory got closer to the back, the smell made her stomach wrench and rumble.
"Oh God, please." After looking in the other two rooms, she stood
outside the last door, where the smell was obviously originating. The door was
ajar, and she pushed it open with a creek. The odor was heinous like a murderous
criminal in the room, taking over everything. Thick heavy, dark curtains covered
the windows, blocking out light. Green eyes glanced around the darkened room to
see toys on the floor----a basketball and some action figures. Her eyes zeroed
in on the bed where she could just make out a still form. With shaking hands and
queasy stomach, she reached for the light and cried out in anguish at what she
saw. Short but usually strong legs weakened dangerously, making her hold on to
the door, and she swallowed down acid like bile. Her heart broke as she scanned
the remains of Robert Akins.
His arms were pulled back and chained to the bed post. They stood out stiff and
blue veined with fingers half clenched in a fist. Blonde hair almost the same
color as hers was matted and dirty with dried, crusted blood no doubt from the
huge gash on his temple that was tinged green around the edges. Blood had
dripped into his face to the corner of brown eyes, which stood open and unseeing
in a gaze of pain and anguish. No longer able to discern the smell, Cory just
looked and sobbed. Crimson liquid spilled down his face in gory lines around his
broken nose and wide opened mouth. His exposed throat sported big hand like
bruises both old and new. Her heart disintegrated into pieces when she gazed
upon his torso. His starvation was evident.
Each rib stood out in sharp relief against pasty, gray skin. Yellow, red, and
purple bruises covered his chest as did cigarette burns. The caseworker covered
her mouth as the tears fell. The rest of his form was covered in a Power Rangers
comforter sprinkled with red that blended in strangely with its natural colors.
Cory twisted the door knob back and forth in a white knuckled grip, and raggedly
whispered the mantra, "Ohgodohgodohgod!" The sound of sirens
galvanized her into action. She put her hand over her speeding heart and turned
around on shaky legs. Leaving the door open and moving slowly, laboriously down
the hall, she wiped angry tears from her eyes and prepared to do her job.
Taylor heard the slow footsteps as well as the oncoming sirens. She looked up to
see Cory and her heart did a silent flop to her stomach. With red-rimmed eyes,
the caseworker looked at her boss and shook her head in a slow painful motion.
Taylor felt tears prickle the backs of her eyes, and breathing became suddenly
painful. She looked down at the petite redhead with anger blazing in her eyes
turning them a icy blue. With eyes still glazed, Bessie only smiled, and said,
"See, told you he was mine."
Taylor had never come close to hitting a woman. Right now, she was as close as
she would ever get. What a fucking waste!
She moved away from the woman to go to Cory, who was steadily making it toward
the front door. Taylor put a comforting hand at the small of the caseworker's
back, as they both reached the door at the same time. They opened it to see
total chaos outside. Two police cars pulled up along with an ambulance. The
people who were just looking before milled around in the streets dangerously
close to the house. Taylor wrapped her arm completely around the blonde and felt
as well as heard her sob. I know I didn't see what you just did, baby, but
stay with me here.
They watched as the cops exited their vehicles. Two remained for crowd control,
and the other two walked briskly toward the house with the paramedics pushing a
gurney behind them.
The cops stopped when they reached the porch. "Taylor Wilson?"
The admin nodded.
"You called about an injured child?" The black man asked.
Cory shuddered and sobbed again. She spoke softly but loud enough to carry to
the policemen, "Call the coroner too. He's dead."
*********
With their statements taken, they sat quietly on the porch and watched as Bessie
Owens was escorted out of her house in handcuffs. There were murmurs from the
forming crowd, but Taylor ignored them to continue to rub Cory's back in slow
soothing circles. Taylor shook her head and closed her eyes. If I didn't know
love existed, my faith in humanity would be seriously shaken right now. I know
hers is. Please Cory stay here with me. Don't zone out. The admin scooted
closer and began to whisper in the blonde's ear. "Don't shut off, Cory. Get
mad, get angry, and take action. Allow yourself to hurt, but this isn't your
fault. You've never met this woman until today."
The blonde head was bent and hanging between splayed legs. How can anyone do
this? He was defenseless for Christsakes! Small hands balled into fists and
the anger came again full blast. "Why do agencies like ours exist, Taylor,
when all this shit is going on in the world? It's obvious that we're doing
something wrong here! Look at her! She's sick, and all the sick people have
changed the rules. We need to change ours because they're not working
anymore." She turned green fire on the admin. "And we need to start
with CPS."
Proud and shocked at the same time, Taylor wiped what seemed to be the last tear
from Cory's face. "I know. I know."
I know what I have to do. I told myself this when she called. "Give
me your phone."
Without a word, the admin handed it over. Cory dialed Lynn's cell number. At the
sound of a hello, Cory muttered with malice. "This is Donovan. Get to the
Owens' house. Now!" She hung up with a click.
They watched silently as a covered gurney was wheeled out. Cory shook her head,
and the anger grew. "She knew something was wrong. I could hear it in her
voice, but she didn't want to see it. Now, look at him. What a big fucking mess.
What a fucking waste. Other kids have lived here, and we can't begin to fathom
what she did to them before they left." Cory turned to the admin and gazed
at her with a somber expression. "Remember when I told you about a
caseworker that didn't feel anymore? It goes the same way if they can't
see." The blonde scooted closer to her companion, and Taylor obligingly
opened her arms wider. She squeezed the caseworker in an attempt to give warmth,
comfort, and love. She didn't care who saw.
Cory stroked the arm that laid across her torso. "I'm here, Taylor,"
she said softly, "And I know this isn't my fault, but I can make sure that
this doesn't happen to some other kid on Lynn's caseload. I don't think I've
ever been this angry. Feels like someone lit a match and threw it inside, you
know?"
Thank God. She's okay. I don't ever want to see the light go out of her eyes.
"Yeah, I know. I knew when we walked into the house that he was gone. I-I
just didn't. . .God." Her voice wavered. "I can't believe this. I'm
sorry you had to see that."
Cory began to rock them both. "Shh, it's okay. We're okay, and we'll get
through this. I promise. Let's just hang onto each other." They did exactly
that for some time until another car drove up, braking with a squeak.
Cory clenched the arm around her as Lynn jumped out of the car and looked around
in surprise and confusion. "Let's go," the caseworker mumbled. "I
have some talking to do."
They met a harried looking Lynn half way up the walk. Taylor stood stoically
behind the caseworker with her hand resting warmly in the small of the blonde's
back.
"What's going on? What happened?" Lynn asked breathlessly.
Cory knew the anger glowed in her eyes and would come out in her voice. She
didn't care. "Robert's dead. That's what happened, Lynn."
The casemanager shook her head vehemently, "No, no that's not possible. I
just saw him last week. He was fine."
Cory let out a bark of sarcastic laughter and threw her hands up in disgust.
"Fine! FINE! He was starving, Lynn. It was so obvious. The boy was skin and
bones, and he had bruises all over his neck. How the hell do you fall and get
those? Huh?!"
The other woman took a step backward, and her features screwed into disbelief.
"N-No, that's just not. . ."
Cory took a step forward, so did Taylor. The blonde wanted to smile over her
shoulder in thanks, but this seemed more important. "What? Possible. You
can look at Bessie Owens and tell she's unstable! I got the vibe right off. You
didn't suspect a thing?! How many kids did you put in that house, Lynn? Ten?
Twenty? I can only imagine what they went through. How could you not have seen
it?!"
"I-I did everything by the book. I have so many cases. I can't keep track
of all of them."
Incredulous, Cory's voice raised an octave higher. "Keep track of them?!
That's bullshit. That's your job, Lynn. It's you job. They're not just paper.
They're living, breathing children who are counting on you. You take children
away from their natural families and place them right in the middle of a shit
stream! You may have done everything by the book, but you forgot one thing,
Lynn! You forgot to look with your own two eyes! You forgot to follow your
instincts!"
"Oh God. I didn't know. It's so hard, and there are so many of them. I
can't. . . it's so hard!" Lynn sobbed, and she covered her face in her
hands. "There are so many of them and so few of us, and the ones that get
hired leave so quickly complaining of hardly any pay and no time off. I thought
I was doing the right thing. I'm so, so s-sorry!"
Cory felt some of her anger dissipate. Lynn wasn't all the blame. The system
helped. The system that pays shit and expected the casemanagers to do so much.
The system helped to kill Robert Akins. Cory slipped out of Taylor's grasp and
wound her arms around Lynn. She shushed and squeezed her. The woman hung on as
if the blonde was a life line. "It's time, Lynn. You have to get away from
this for a while. You have too, until you can see again." The woman
continued to sob quietly.
The caseworker glanced up catching pale blue scanning the streets. She waited
patiently for the eyes to meet hers. Without saying a word, green eyes
whispered, "I'm here. I'm okay, and I've said my piece."
Taylor reached out and caressed the supple skin of the blonde's cheek with the
back of her hand. Pale eyes murmured back, "I know. I love you."
The dark head turned abruptly at the sound of raised voices. The media had
arrived. She glanced back at Cory, "Do you want to stay and talk to
them?"
Cory nodded and smiled. "Yeah, someone needs too." She paused and
peered down at Lynn. "See if you can get one of the officers to escort her
home."
Taylor reached out for the shivering woman and watched, with pride in her eyes,
as Cory walked toward the cameras.
******
Some time later and about ten minutes away from Taylor's apartment complex, the
admin called Shelley to apprise her of the situation. She looked over at Cory,
who peered out the window. "No, we won't be in for the rest of the day, and
Shelley, don't beep me unless it's something you can't handle." She closed
the cell with a flick of her wrist. The admin took a quick peek at the
caseworker's profile and reached over to squeeze a thigh. "You did good,
Cory. CPS should be so lucky to have someone like you."
Cory looked down at the appendage encircling her thigh. Shafts of heat shot from
it moving up and down her spine and all points south. Her breath caught, and
blonde brows drew together in confusion. What's wrong with me? Why am I
feeling this now? Taylor's hand moved up slightly and squeezed again. The
bolt of arousal was tremendous, taking her breath completely away. Where the
admin's fingers touched fire prickled and raged. Cory's chest expanded with her
effort to intake air., and her mind searched for explanations. Then, it hit her.
She had read somewhere a long time ago that a couple on a crashing plane tore
their clothes off and began to make love in front of the terrified passengers,
even as the plane descended. It had been an affirmation of life in the face of
imminent death. Is that what I'm feeling now? Love and the need to reaffirm
it in the face of death and sickness? The admin's fingers scorched against
the inside of the caseworker's thigh. Cory groaned at the building sensations.
Startled by the blonde's reaction, Taylor almost pulled away until a small hand
clamped over hers, beckoning her to stay. She turned to the caseworker and
whispered her name in concern, "Cory? Sweetie, are you okay?" What's
going on? She wouldn't lie to me would she? She seemed okay. A little subdued
but okay. "Cory, look at me." Green eyes turned her way and the
emotion in them smacked her between the eyes and caused her stomach to twist in
hard knots. Need. Desire. It was shining in green just waiting for her to see.
Taylor glanced at the road, seeing the turn into the security booth to her
complex not far away, but her eyes snapped back to the blonde quickly. She
watched a pink tongue snake out to moisten full lips and licked her own in
sympathy. The hand grasping hers led her deeper between toned thighs, making her
wish it was skin she was touching instead of the cloth of slacks.
"Cory?" The name came out thick and husky as their gazes held
electrifying the cab of the car. Cory led the hand further, making it cup her
sex. She groaned at the feel of sensitive lips, already swollen and wet, being
caressed. "Touch me. . .I need you," Cory whimpered.
Taylor sucked in a deep breath right before her breathing turned ragged.
"God, baby you. . .someone will see." Still, she couldn't resist and
applied firm pressure to the blonde's mound. The resulting moan made her blood
catch fire. She slowed the car and looked back and forth from the road to the
blonde's flushed face. Taylor turned into the security booth, but hastily
covered the whereabouts of her hand with the caseworker's large purse. For now,
it only looked like she was touching the caseworker's thigh. She kept up the
constant pressure and almost whimpered when Cory began to hump her hand. Green
eyes dared her, called her, begged her not to stop. She didn't. Giving the guard
a brisk wave, Taylor turned the corner with one strong hand and drove toward her
parking space.
Once the car stopped, Cory turned to the side, facing the admin. She grabbed the
large hand once more and splayed her legs open over the gear shift. She wrestled
with her pants, unzipping them, and Taylor watched on in rising arousal. Her
heart beat painfully against her chest, her lungs burned, and sweat covered her
upper lip. Before Taylor knew it, her hand was engulfed in wet heat. They cried
out filling the car with sexy noises.
Taylor cupped the blonde's mound once more, reveling in the moist inferno. She
pressed down, massaging in a firm circular motion that set Cory's blood to boil.
She arched her hips upward to meet the appendage with her own lusty thrusts,
whimpering with each upward stroke. It wasn't enough. She wanted it. . ."Oh
yesss. Harder!" Cory cried out.
The admin obliged her and slipped two fingers in between puffy lips. She groaned
out loud at the feel of heated velvety folds. The well placed fingers slid
around the slippery, erect nodule, caressing with rough intention. Taylor
watched the blonde in erotic fascination. Her body bucked uncontrollably, her
mouth was open and moans so sensual that they tore into the brunette's sex,
making it throb. Through it all green eyes held hers and refused to turn away,
refused to close. She could see the pleasure, the need, the lust, and the love
all laid bare. She has no idea how much I want her. How much she turns me on.
She began to stroke with more assurance, causing the moans to turn into high
pitch keening sounds. Her own groin contracted in erotic empathy, making her wet
and ready. Nipples had long since hardened and scraped against the fabric of her
bra. The blonde's next move almost sent the admin careening over the edge she
teetered on. Small hands raised to her own chest and begin to pinch raised
nipples through her shirt. Taylor threw her head back and groaned at the sight.
She resisted the sudden need to impale the caseworker on her fingers by only a
fraction. It was so hot, so fast, and she wanted nothing more than to rip the
pants from the Cory and sink into blazing wetness. Unable to help herself, the
admin leaned over and forward, capturing open lips in her own. The kiss was
crushing and sensual. Lips met sloppily and tongues fought vehemently for space.
Cory moaned into the admin's mouth and celebrated the slip of her control. For
this moment, she didn't care who saw. She didn't care who said what. She only
wanted to feel loved, ravaged, and cherished. She sucked on Taylor's tongue and
whimpered in frustration at the fingers teasing her opening. Nothing could be
compared to this. Not living, not dying. It was more. It was perfection. Cory
tore her hands away from aching breasts and wound them into black silk, making
the kiss harder, wilder.
The sound of a blaring horn and a man's triumphant whoop tore them apart. Needy
eyes met instantly. Chests heaved and breaths came out audible and husky. Taylor
ground down with her hand, loving the way slim hips bucked in reaction. Then
with the only ounce of will power she had left, she pulled her hand from its
dewy home. Cory mewed in protest and wanted to cry at the sudden sense of loss.
"Please. . ." Her thoughts were scattered, and the only thing she
could focus on was, Never knew it could feel like this, so raw and urgent.
Taylor looked into fiery green then at swollen lips. She swallowed, and
whispered. "Let's go inside and finish this."
Don't think I could ever finish with you. Cory clung to the thought and
tried to will back coherence. She fastened her pants with shaking hands, and
they finally exited the car leaving briefcases and bags behind.
The elevator was blissfully empty. Taylor went to one end while Cory went to the
other. Their eyes met, smoldering the air between them. Pale blue studied the
blonde, leaving not an inch of her untouched and making her feel each gaze like
a palpable caress. All mine. Taylor licked her lips as if she could taste
her lover already.
Cory’s heart slammed against her ribcage, and she tried unashamed to push air
into burning lungs. The silver-blue eyes ripping the clothes from her body
further hindered matters. Her skin felt scorched, tingling and alive. Can I
survive this? No one’s ever looked at me like that. . . That idea pushed
her higher. Suddenly, the blonde’s skin felt too tight and her head too
cloudy. She felt like screaming in hopes of relieving the building pressure, but
instead she settled for words. "You want me." It wasn’t a question
but a husky statement of fact. There was a ding as the elevator went from floor
to floor. The admin didn’t even have to think as she replied just as huskily,
"You have no idea."
Cory leaned her head back against the padded wall, hoping to get a hold of the
overwhelming need coursing through her body. Cory moaned out loud. I have to
touch her, feel her. Straightening up, she walked across the elevator with
purpose. Within a few seconds, they were face to face. Taylor’s breathing
picked up once more as she stared down in to the blonde’s face reading the
unmasked desire there. "Cory, we can’t, not here. They may have camer. .
.God!" The last word was a groan. Having taken the last step to close the
gap between them, Cory molded their bodies together. She whimpered at the
blistering heat between them and firmly attached her warm mouth to the admin’s
exposed neck. So sweet.
In automatic reaction, Taylor wound her hand through golden hair, keeping the
blonde where she wanted. She then gasped at the feel of teeth scraping across
skin. With one last ding, the elevator stopped on their floor, but Cory ignored
the sound. The admin snaked out an arm to keep the elevator open. "Our
stop," she said breathlessly. Cory only bit down harder on the corded
tendon in the admin’s neck, causing her hips to buck. "Oh God, baby. .
." She’s gonna make me come right here.
The elevator rung in protest at being open so long. Gathering will power from
reserves, Taylor wrapped her other arm around the blonde’s torso and shuffled
them both out the elevator and down the hall. When they got to the admin’s
door, she was somehow able to disengage herself from the caseworker but not by
much. She groaned hoarsely at the heat of the body on her back and warm
fingertips trailing up her arms.
Taylor’s hands shook as she fiddled with the key and almost whooped in triumph
when it finally opened. Cory closed the door and leaned against it, and they
gazed at each other from across the room, making it seem smaller. The blonde
licked her lips in anticipation and tracked shining blue as they followed each
movement. Look at her. She has no idea how much I want her or what I want to
do to her, with her.
With a predatory gleam in her eyes, the caseworker walked closer. Suddenly
propelled by urgent need, she felt as if she was running. With unknown strength,
she pushed the admin into the far wall with a smack, crushing their lips
together in a hungry moan. The kiss was hot, wet, and carnal. Tongues slid
moistly from mouth to mouth in a battle of dominance that no one was looking to
win. Cory wound her hands through dark tresses, balling them into fists and
pulling the admin down hard into the kiss.
She whimpered at the feel of large hands palming her bottom through the material
of her pants then cried out as the same hands skimmed over panties and went
straight for hot flesh, kneading the tight fleshy globes and parting them to get
to the sensitive nerves beneath. Unable to help herself, Cory ground her sex
against the admin’s conveniently placed thigh. Taylor urged her on, guiding
and squeezing pliant flesh. It wasn’t enough. Cory tore her mouth away but
continued the gyrations. "Wanna see you."
Heavy lidded green eyes bore into blue, and without waiting for permission, Cory
tore at the admin’s shirt, loving the sound of ripping material and scattering
buttons. The caseworker whimpered in frustration at seeing the bra but growled
in determination as she lowered her head to a silk encased breast. Nipples stood
tight and proud, making her mouth water. Without warning, she flicked the one
closest to her mouth. The answering whimper urged her on, making her tongue work
fast and furious over the turgid tip while busy fingers plucked at the other
breast, keeping it from being lonely.
Taylor felt as though she was dying and being born at the same time. Her body
throbbed and everywhere a fine ache permeated right down to the bone. The look
in Cory’s eyes made her blood sing, made her want to do naughty things, made
her just want to scream.
She had been dripping wet before, and now, moist heat flowed like wine between
her legs. Her whole sex tingled with a life of its own. She should have been
irritated at her loss of control of things, but a good lover knows when to take
and when to give in completely. Never had she expected Cory to be like this—demanding,
raw, and uncontrolled. So, she went with it gladly, instinctively knowing it was
what Cory wanted, what she needed right now.
The feel of soft flesh in her hands and the mound pressed against her thigh were
having mind-numbing effects but continued to bring her body to life. With each
touch, the petite woman released a tide of emotion that transformed into the
most exquisite pleasure Taylor had ever known. The urgent sound of ripping
material only made her wind tighter, go higher. She loved every minute of it.
Now, semi-exposed, her breasts were swollen, tender, and aching with nipples
standing out like the hardest of diamonds, waiting to be discovered, and Cory
found them with a tongue dead set on driving her insane. Each flick strummed
like a tightly wound cord to her sex, making it pulse and her stomach tighten.
Unable to and not wanting to hold back, each lick and tweak brought a harsh moan
from the admin’s lips. She pulled the blonde into her body, wanting to absorb
her, to get inside her, to get under her skin. Her hips arched helplessly into
the blonde’s stomach in hopes that the rock hard surface would provide some
relief.
The sounds, oh God the sounds coming from the blonde tied her belly in
pleasurable knots. Each small whimper of enjoyment coming from the blonde
corresponded with her own moans. The admin’s world expanded to that of bright
light when lips parted and the caseworker’s mouth opened wide taking in as
much of her breast as possible. "Ohh, f. . ." The word ended with a
high pitch whimper when teeth joined with the warm suction. The whimper turned
into a keening sound as the suction became harder, wetter as if the blonde were
trying to pull substance from the ravaged tip.
Cory almost shook with delight, but the need for more was overwhelming. She
pushed the bra up revealing brown tipped, full breasts, and using both hands to
lift one toward her mouth, she latched on with a fury. The scream that ensued
made her buck hard against Taylor’s thigh. The taste of her was intoxicating,
reminding the blonde of something wild and earthy. She pulled more in to savor
and remember. Fair brows drew together in concentration as she continued to lap
deliciously.
Taylor made the mistake of looking down. It was almost her undoing, seeing full
lips encasing her breast. The sight was erotic, and she couldn’t tear her eyes
away. The wet heat was addictive but draining. The admin could feel her legs go
weak, unsteady. Through ragged breath, she husked, "Need to . . .lay
down." Cory started to pull away, but Taylor mewed in protest and pulled
her back. She had her own plans. On shaky legs, she shuffled them to the doorway
leading to the bedroom. Four arms shot out, using the doorway as an anchor, when
the admin’s balance wavered. During the whole time, Cory stayed burrowed in
between glorious mounds of flesh, treating the smooth valley to a tongue
lashing.
Now inside the bedroom and near the foot of the bed, Cory gave her lover a
little push and watched her fall backwards onto the bed with a little bounce.
With piercing green eyes, Cory caught the blue gaze and refused to release it.
Breathing hard and shallow her voice was breathless but powerful on impact.
"Watch." Look at me and show me how much you want me. Make me feel
alive. Make me enjoy being alive. Sky blue eyes widened then turned to slits
of fire as the admin observed in silent anticipation.
Using the heels of her feet, Cory pushed off her shoes. Then, eager hands snaked
underneath her shirt, thrusting her breasts forward as she released the catch in
the back. With one swoop, she removed both shirt and bra, letting them fall to
the floor in a disorganized heap. In a wanton display, Cory cupped her breasts
and squeezed them before hands traveled to her slacks. Within seconds, they fell
away, leaving only a slip of silk in the way. Feeling the wet heat coat her
thighs, Cory let fingers venture inside. She groaned when they contacted moist
flesh. It wasn't as compelling as when the admin was touching her but pleasure
still resulted.
Taylor watched wide eyed. She groaned in frustration. She wanted to be the one
touching, palming, and cupping the caseworker’s tan, supple flesh, but the
show she was getting was highly arousing and tantalizing in its own right.
Through playing, panties disappeared in the blink of an eye, and Cory climbed on
the bed, making her way up the admin's lithe body with deliberate purpose. Her
warm, wet mouth caressed the length of legs from calf to thigh, stopping and
nipping at slick inner thighs teasingly. The blonde hummed in delight as she
licked at the spilled juices, but continued her journey upward to the admin's
taut abdomen. The smell of her, the taste of her, beckoned the caseworker to
feast, but she had made up her mind to save that for later.
Taylor bit her lip and whimpered in need. She parted her thighs wide to make
room for the lounging blonde. Her body surged upward at the feel of full breasts
nesting against her sex. Then they were gone, and Taylor cried out in
disappointment. A slight weight covered her abdomen, and when the admin opened
her eyes she groaned at the sight of naked Cory leaning over her, straddling
her. It was too much. Sweat covered her face, making her hair wet and fine. She
didn't care. "Please. . .can't take. . .ohhh!" She moaned loud and
long at the feel of Cory's wet slippery sex grinding into her stomach. Not
knowing what else to do, she grabbed hips and urged her on until the grind
became a pounding.
Cory shook her head, moving sweat slicked hair out of her eyes. She wanted to
watch as well as feel. She took in the admin's flushed face and moist lips,
having never seen her more beautiful. The pounding of flesh against flesh sent
jolts of electrically charged pleasure from her sex to the tips of her fingers,
and she shouted her enjoyment of it to the ceiling. Cory bent forward, allowing
their breasts to touch, to scrape. They both hissed at the contact. Lips met in
open mouth kisses that were no more than a moist meeting of tongues. The
caseworker reared up suddenly, and Taylor almost followed her, deterred only by
small hands pushing her back.
Cory began to move her hips in a deep circular grind, smearing her arousal
everywhere. She moaned loudly and wanted the admin to feel the same, to do the
same. Simply put, she wanted to hear Taylor scream her name. Grabbing her
lover's right thigh, she lifted the leg higher until she could grasp it and
bring it almost fully extended into the air. Twisting her body to the right,
Cory brought her own bent left leg over the admin's side. She whimpered in
satisfaction as she looked down. Slick lips were in the perfect position to
touch. Cory reached down and spread her own wet flesh as she closed the distance
between them. Making sure the admin's leg would stay elevated, she did the same
for her lover and brushed the erect nodule with her thumb for added emphasis.
Their open, sopping mounds met in perfection, causing them both to cry out in
sheer delight.
Taylor closed her eyes and balled the sheets up in her tight fists. She met
Cory's thrusting grinding motion with one of her own. Her whole body shivered in
reaction, and pure fire ravaged her body. The time was past for a slow
seduction. From the beginning, that time never existed. From the car to the
bedroom, it had been a fast, all consuming burn, and Taylor welcomed it. She
cried out Cory's name as if it was a sacrament, meeting the now slapping thrust
with equal fervor.
She should have wanted to preserve the fragile connection between their bodies.
She should have taken it slow. She should have done a lot of things. Cory knew
this, but she also knew none of the above were options. The sound of their
smacking bodies, Taylor's cries, and her own need to pull life out of the death
she had seen today saw to that. With her abdomen contracting in pleasure, she
grunted with each movement, putting her all into it. Sweat covered their bodies,
making the sheets slippery and wet enough to slide on. Vulgar things fell from
her lips in the form of questions, and Taylor answered them all with nasty
replies of her own.
When she spoke again, Cory's voice was just as hoarse and husky as before.
"Feel me. . .touching you. . .inside you. You. .like it?"
Taylor arched her back and yelled her answer, "Yes, oh God, yes!"
Cory sobbed. Ecstasy assaulted her body, creating a world of existence between
her legs. It hurt to breath. It hurt to think. It all just hurt so good. She
redoubled her efforts feeling the inevitable tingling from far away. Her head
turned and she bit into the flesh of Taylor's raised leg, soothing it with
sucking and her tongue. Thrusts became uneven and frantic, but she only pushed
harder, feeling the tingling turn into electric shocks. Cory bit into flesh
again as the shocks pummeled her body. Tearing her mouth away, she whimpered and
whispered thickly, "Come. . . with me."
Taylor watched from under hooded eyes. She saw the pleasure/pain in her lover's
face and knew it must mirror her own. Fire licked her body with a white hot
flame. It seemed as though it took her forever to get here, but she could feel
it coming, sneaking up on her like a thief in the night. The steady pressure on
her groin and whispered words of lust dangled her on the edge. Cory's
impassioned plea had her hanging on by a thread. Her lover's loud cry and
jerking body pushed her over completely.
Orgasm flooded their bodies thick and sweet like the best honey, leaving their
bodies helplessly undulating against each other to draw it all out. Feeling the
rush of wetness shared between their bodies, Cory groaned. She had gotten her
wish. It still rung in her ears.
Long minutes later, Cory lowered herself to Taylor, covering her body. Still
winded, she whimpered slightly at the feel of a large hand caressing her sweaty
back. Taylor blinked, finally feeling like she had returned to her body because
for a while, Cory had owned it lock, stock, and barrel. Her limbs felt blessedly
heavy, and her heart pounded against her chest in the most pleasing rhythm. This
is what it feels like to make love. I've been in the dark for a long, long time.
Cory stretched slightly. Her body still hummed with energy--no where near
satiation. It demanded more, and she meant to get it. She moved up slightly and
opened her mouth wide over the admin's neck as she did the same with her legs,
imprisoning one of Taylor's thighs between hers. Her nose flared as she took in
the smell of sex and arousal, and her mouth watered, remembering the wild taste
that waited between the admin's thighs. More. I have to have more. She
sucked and bit at the flesh of Taylor's neck, absorbing the taste and rubbed her
still soppy sex across the admin's thigh. The burn started again. This time
slower but just as urgent.
Taylor moaned softly at Cory's change of position. With large hands splayed over
slim hips, she guided her lover. I don't think she has any idea what she does
to me. "Cor-y, what do you do to me?" Her voice was hoarse from
overuse.
Cory paused as her head hung over heaving breasts. "Whatever you
want." She bent down and licked around a hardening nipple. "Just. .
.need more. . .please?" Her request dripped with need.
Taylor's back arched, eager to get the caress repeated. Without another thought,
she murmured thickly, "Yess."
Cory took her time drawing out caresses and kisses until arousal was almost
painful. She groaned in delight when legs hefted over her shoulders and crossed
behind her back. The groan turned into a languid moan as she thrust her tongue
deeply into the admin's sex. The results were the same. She still heard the echo
of her name in the now quiet room.
Chapter XLII: The Morning After. . .
Taylor woke just before the alarm went off. She reached for the clock to get a
good look at the time and knocked empty Haagen Dazs containers onto the floor.
The admin smiled, recalling how she watched as Cory padded out of the room stark
naked only to return with ice cream, spoons, and a devilish glint in her eyes.
She turned around cautiously, trying not to disturb the sleeping blonde. Taylor
whimpered slightly when she contacted warm flesh. Yesterday and last night had
been incredible, unbelievably so. Cory had made her cry out so many times that
she wondered if she even had a voice this morning. Feeling like a well fed cat,
she stretched, whimpering again as her flesh slid over Cory's. How could she
know? Everywhere to touch, to kiss? It was like she already knew me.
I didn't think I could love her anymore than I already did. I was wrong.
Taylor burrowed back down in the covers, melding her body to Cory's and nuzzling
her face into fragrant blonde hair. I don't want to leave this—this
morning, not now, not ever. I hope I was able to give her what she needed.
Seeing that boy like that tore something in her, and she needed me to fix it. I
hope to God that I did. Taylor sighed and kissed the top of the blonde head.
Cory felt movement behind her back but refused to open her eyes. Everything was
perfect right now, right at this minute. I don't want to open my eyes and see
that it's all been a dream. I still can't believe she's real. She heard a
sigh then felt a kiss at the top of her head. A smile spread slowly over her
face. It was real. All of it, including last night. She felt the naked flesh
against her body. She replayed last night in her mind, remembering the smells,
the sounds, and the touches. Her stomach clenched in pleasure. Last night defied
definition. There were no words to describe it because she had nothing to
compare it to. Everything before Taylor had just been practice. This was the
real thing.
Cory moved slightly, taking inventory of her body. She felt light headed, light
hearted, and her mind was clear. The smile got bigger. She had been expecting
the customary guilt and shame, but it never came. There was nothing she could
have done about Robert, and she wasn't even going to go into what ifs. There was
no need to. Cory hated that he died, hated that CPS was going to lose yet
another casemanager, and she hated that the system fostered this. Hopefully with
the interview she had given to TV and local radio stations that was present, she
would start some wheels into motion, but right now, she focused on love.
Cory turned over and peered up into pale blue eyes. Taylor blinked in surprise
and smiled brilliantly. "Hey, sleepyhead." The admin reached out to
caress flushed cheeks with a finger.
"Hey. You're up early."
"Just wanted to get up and tell you something." Taylor smirked
mysteriously.
"Oh, really? What?" Cory waited expectantly.
"I love you more than I thought I could love anything or anybody."
The customary flush started at Cory's neck and worked its way up. She buried her
head in Taylor's naked chest, inhaling the scent of sex and the spicy smell that
was all Taylor. Yeah, I'm gonna melt every time.
Taylor chuckled and raised the caseworker's chin with a well placed finger. Blue
eyes held green. "I mean it." The smirk returned. "And last night
was way up on the 'whoa' meter."
Cory pulled herself up and brushed the admin's lips softly with her own. Biting
her lower lip, barely hid her smile. "Thank you for everything."
Taylor leaned in for another kiss. "Anytime."
They both jumped at the sound of the DJ. "Now for local news."
"Right here in Lake County a nine year old boy was murdered by his foster
mother. The boy's grisly remains were discovered by Cory Donovan, a caseworker
for Family Service Agency, and Taylor Wilson, her boss. Ms. Donovan had this to
say about the incident."
"This death should be the last straw. There have been too many when there
shouldn't be any at all. The system of foster care needs to play catch up with
today's society. If necessary, we need to implement policy changing procedures
that ensure children are watched closely by their caseworker's and extensive
background checks and interviewing processes for potential foster parents.
Parents should even be screened in emotional situations, and their friends and
family should be interviewed to make sure no more children end up like this
young man did."
"I had a colleague from CPS tell me today that there were too many children
and not enough of case mangers. The state needs to pay more to get the better
trained casemanager. These are children not just a collection of files and
papers. Real children live behind all the paperwork. I challenge the bureaucrats
and politicians to do something not just talk about it. Do something before one
more child dies when he didn't have to." Cory's voice ended and another one
begin. "There has been no reply from local officials on this subject but I
have no doubt that there will be. Now for the weather. . ."
Taylor peered at the caseworker trying to gage her reaction. "You
okay?"
Cory nodded and smiled. "Yeah, I did what I had to do. Now, let's see what
happens. Hopefully, they won't blow too much smoke."
Chapter XLIII: Meanwhile. . .
Barb watched her husband saunter to the bathroom to get ready for work. She sat
up and swung her legs to the ground. She stared at the phone, wanting to hear
the familiar voice of someone who knew the job and knew her. Waiting a beat, she
reached for it and punched in familiar numbers. It rang and rang and rang until
the now customary sound of a voice mail message greeted her. Barb slammed the
phone down as unidentified emotion raged through her. "What are you doing,
Cory? You don't give a damn about anything anymore except her!" She glared
at her husband as he trudged out of the bathroom. 'Someone has to talk some
sense into her before it's too late. Surely one day early won't make a
difference,' she said to herself. Barb got up, kissed her husband on the cheek
as he passed by and made her way to the bathroom.